Now that everything seems a little more linked to visibility, it almost makes an impression to be there. Once long and accurate handwritten letters were used, in poor and beautiful copy, to reach those who, from afar, wanted to caress themselves with their words. Then, times change, speed takes precedence over meticulous care and the ability to wait; the anxiety of the postman who arrives … Continua a leggere Times Change

I was still thinking about images and their power which is not only to represent a reality that often goes far beyond reality itself, but to inform, in-form, contribute to a process of formation of the person which cannot go beyond the true and must respect the conscience of the other far beyond individual interpretations and “translations”. You can vary the modality and even the … Continua a leggere Images and Words

I would like this rain to wash the eyes and illuminate the thought. We move aimlessly, not because there is no goal, but because we would like to reach it without effort and without any renunciation. There is not one thing in the world that is worth fighting for without having to give up something of oneself, without sharing what one has and knows in … Continua a leggere Rain

It is tearing to observe how much in contemporary society we become more and more servants of empty words, of those words that do not add or subtract fullness to an event or a person, but divert attention from what is essential and which, in the history of each person should be a reason for reflection. A lot of talking, in reality, is neither useful … Continua a leggere Useless Words

Will there be time to build peace? And yet, every moment is that time, it doesn’t matter if we will be the first users. We should stop thinking of time as something that belongs only to us and that we feel entitled to use and abuse. That time that passes for us leaves deep furrows in the time of those who accompany us, those who … Continua a leggere Peace Builders

I think it is impossible there are Neapolitans of my age who do not have memories related to Maradona, even me, so ignorant of everything that is football and sport in general I have, and more than one. I remember the fibrillation that ran in the veins for every goal as if it were you and not the prestigious goalscorer on the pitch to shoot … Continua a leggere Maradona’s Voice

Literature (like art, music and knowledge in general) must and can become a “bridge”, convey towards depths present in the human being of which, often and unfortunately, no trace has been lost. This is how literature lives and generates, without turning off the gaze, but rather igniting and provoking visions, without silencing the voices, but rather inviting them to break the silence. This is what … Continua a leggere November 25, 2020: World Day against Violence against Women.