We’ve got used to look at others and ourselves with the missing things eye, we don’t pay any attention to what we have and above all who we are, this is the reason why we probably extinguish the fire that keeps our lives alive. I wish everybody to learn to look at life with their patient and interior eye, the one we never reveal for … Continua a leggere Be Who You Are

Another year has gone. Another year lived with joy or concern, fears and expectations, is almost leaving the present time to be remembered as a good one or a bad one according to the events each one has consumed or shared. Another year has gone, full of our lost experiences and of those which survive inside ourselves deep in the main promise, probably the most … Continua a leggere Another Year

Hate is like a flame that burns everything without leaving nothing alive. Yet, it is contagious and produces addiction. Why are we hate addict? Moreover, why love does not create the same addiction as well? I suppose it is because loving is sacrificing, because it implies to make choices which sometimes could induce sufferance, and, eventually, because the one who loves is not immediately rewarded … Continua a leggere Why Are We Hate Addict?

I don’t know anything about many subjects -Maths, Science, Cooking, Classic Music, Sport- but one issue I know very well: Humanity. I know lots about humanity and I can discern its original meaning from the dangerous and negative use it has been done of this word in the sense of that kind of  pietism which puts one side over the other one increasing the distances instead of … Continua a leggere In Praise of Differences

Language is never a passive instrument, it always celebrates or denigrates someone or something; it is the most immediate mean of communication when expressed through words, but there are other languages sometimes more meaningful and honest than the words: the not-verbal language, the language which cannot hide behind false and flattering words the real feelings and emotions one feels. Even the silence is somewhat more … Continua a leggere Words

There is a place where the noises of the day cannot arrive. There is a place where the absurd race among human beings has no reason to exist. There is a place where lies, falsity and deceit have no power to hurt. There is a place where each one can be what it is and where the others are never excluded. There, you can listen … Continua a leggere The Sound of Silence

Why don’t you see we are a rose with a thousand petals? Some to love, some to cry, some to rest, some to research, some to speak, some to hear, some to share, some to be alone… and many more. We seem to condemn ourselves to show only one petal and that becomes the mark of whom we are; yet, each one is really more … Continua a leggere A Thousand Petals

Perfection does not exist. It is our research which makes perfect our imperfection. It is in our imperfection and not in the result the chance we have to modify in better our dreams and change our loneliness in consistent bounds to people and life. The only perfection I can imagine is in the relationship with the others and this is imperfect for definition, because imperfect … Continua a leggere Imperfect Perfection

Don’t flaunt your flags of sorrow when you are not, because that kind of complain is only a declaration of your own egoism. Don’t flaunt your flags to be seen, there are those who silently accomplish their duty and their belief without they need to exhibit themselves. Don’t flaunt your flags in order to become famous,  fame and success are not the key and the … Continua a leggere Flaunting the Inexistent