Today I have received a short email whose author asked me to explain what is writing to me. I answer. Writing is the life which tells itself and asks other stories to be told. Writing is the dream of a life which becomes true and the real life which enters into my dreams. Writing are the scars in my heart and the wrinkles over my … Continua a leggere Writing
If the storm brought the scent of life we wouldn’t fear it, but we do because every storm announces itself with the violence of the unknown, every storm introduces a change in the physical aspect of what surrounds us and, sometimes, in the interior feelings which grow our scare. They say do no evil fear no evil… is this the reason why we are frightened? Are we … Continua a leggere Storm
Don’t you perceive we are breathing the worst? Can’t you smell the bitter scent which is fulfilling the mind of those who don’t want to understand that a pure breeze is made up of love and not of hate? Don’t you see that we are betraying the promise of peace we made our children and the children of our children? I cannot understand! I cannot understand … Continua a leggere Breathing the worst
There is an inner time and a chronological one that, tough living together, never coincide. The chronological time follows the things we do, while the inner time follows the invisible mechanism of our mind not conditioned by the things, but supported by the thought. As regards the chronological time, we are very often puppets in the hands of the hidden, or not so hidden, constriction … Continua a leggere The time we don’t live
So many books, so many words, so many thoughts to tell the others your own part in your own narration of life and sense. So many researches, so many attempts to look around yourself in search of honesty and dignity. So many meetings, so many confrontations to set the routes of your new voyages. So many desires, so many hopes to continue to discover the … Continua a leggere So many of them…
It is with great pleasure that I’ve received a mail from one of my readers referred particularly to my last book ‘Cultura e culture. La Pluralità dei centri. Una lettura gramsciana del tempo e dei tempi‘ (Nulla Die, 2018). My reader, who authorized me to tell something about his email, has read also my novel ‘Don’t Climb Over That Wall’ (Nulla Die, 2018) in its Italian version … Continua a leggere Practicing loyalty
The existence of the others is not determined by their being excluded from ours. It is not discrimination and division that make of human beings people worth of a living. We have got used to speak of people and things dividing them in categories, like in the well known dystopian novel ‘Brave New World’ by Aldous Huxley. This is a wrong as well as a … Continua a leggere Sharing a life
Human beings share the apprehension because of the uncertainty of what we took for granted and then discovered it is not. And I like this, I mean, I like not to be granted unless of my living, because in the indefinite I can define my sense and my feelings, in the worst I can find the good to be built. Many have forgot to play … Continua a leggere The good we don’t want to see
We know tales want to give us a teaching. There are tales we like because of their magic, others because of their happy end; there are tales which scare us and others we cannot understand the meaning. There are also some tales, however, that become more real than the life and these are the ones which break the mirror of the witch where we are … Continua a leggere When tales are more real than life
I’ve received this story thanks to a letter that this young girl has written to me authorizing me to tell it. Obviously the name is fictional and the narration follows my personal narrative structure because there are stories which need to be narrated as to seem imaginary though they are true, so many the meanings they hide. To the ability of my readers I leave the choice to understand and … Continua a leggere The voice of water
Writing Is Testifying 