Last evening a young 29 man has suicided. His name is now repeated on the News, the suffering of his family is retold everywhere, many are trying to discover the reasons of this suicide… Yet, he continues to be silent, his voice unknown, his reasons not listened. I don’t know you. I can just imagine your eyes with no color for me while you were looking at … Continua a leggere The Answer Is Not in Death
The silent night of your discontent is the night when you have realized you have no more any hope to change the already done, but you can still change what is going to be. It is the night you have renounced to believe and confide upon the easiest solutions to everything, those which have compelled you to become whom you are not. The silent night … Continua a leggere You Are a Woman and You Exist
…I answer… A gentle reader has asked me if I am angry to see that people does not read a lot and that those who read often prefer reading simple and amusing books to the real stories people live. Well, I thank my reader for the question and because he is suggesting from London to read my “Don’t Climb Over That Wall” (2018, Nulla Die … Continua a leggere Writing
People tend to forget that the real nature of living is not life in itself, but the work of living. We suppose we should walk better paths though we don’t pave for them; we suppose we are worth to receive any reward just because we are alive. This is wrong, this is what we mistake when we look at our own life as to the … Continua a leggere Hard Things in Hard Times
Life is everywhere, however it is nowhere. It is not a contradiction in terms, it is not a metaphor, it is not a superficial definition or a poetical nostalgia, it is a truth… THE truth. Can you understand me if I say that there is a difference between being alive and making life alive? I hope so. I mean that there is no meaning in … Continua a leggere Give Life a Place
Once, when I was a girl, my mother said to me your honesty disappoints the most, but one day it will reward you. Well, I was crying because one of my teachers at the high school had asked me if I was sadist or masochist, I had answered I was nor one nor the other and in front of his astonishment I tried to explain I … Continua a leggere In Praise of Honesty
This is the day I could be wandering about along my silent and solitary route in search of a purity which seems to have disappeared. No luggage is needed if you want to walk next to me in this long and lonely path where every meeting should be a resource or a danger as well. I’m going to walk without moving, closed eyes and open … Continua a leggere A Silent and Solitary Wandering
Never forget who you are and to honor your free thought and your freedom to live and exist, but, remember, the same right belongs to others too. Never complain your condition and cry for your sorrows, made them the active resource to keep yourself in touch with life and sense, but, remember, you shouldn’t complain the others for the same reasons… better to join your … Continua a leggere Never Forget
Do you know what? I think we are so completely surrounded by illusions to be no more able to discern the true from the false. It is also possible that we prefer illusions in order not to cope with those issues which could imply our own responsibility to understand, divide and choose. The time we are choosing is an age where everything is explained through … Continua a leggere Lie and Illusion of Truth
What we see is nothing more than what we wish to see and if we don’t or can’t, we feel our sorrow growing and our dissatisfaction increase. We are so get used to our own vision and impressions that we don’t want to see anything else but what we presume we have the right to see. We believe it is something others due to us … Continua a leggere What We See
Writing Is Testifying 