They come down the face, they pass down the cheeks,they dive at the corner of the lips,they slide down and chase their destiny.From above the skykindly smiles,the mooncaresses your trembling face,a starturns on a lightin your sad and tired eyes.It is already tomorrow. Scendono lungo il viso,valicano le gote,si immergono all’angolo delle labbra,scivolano giù e rincorrono il loro destino.Dall’alto il cielogentilmente sorride,la lunaaccarezza il volto … Continua a leggere Tears
I have taught English Language and Literature for 28 years, the synthesis of my relationship with the students is summarized in my book “Alla scoperta dell’invisibile. Adolescenti alla ricerca di sé” (Nulla die, 2015), then I left not to betray the reason of my teaching: edu-care, which means a particular attention for the action of educating both as formation and knowledge. It is not easy … Continua a leggere Edu-care
Yesterday, for the umpteenth time, the cry of humanity was not heard. Looking at the images that have gone around the world was like receiving that same pressure on my neck and feeling suffocated in the same way, because there is no greater crime than someone who, with the pretense of defense, kills.I say “claim”, because I don’t want to discuss here whether or not … Continua a leggere I Can’t Breathe
‘What do you make so fair and bright?’ ‘I make the cloak of Sorrow: O lovely to see in all men’s sight Shall be the cloak of Sorrow, In all men’s sight.’ ‘What do you build with sails for flight?’ ‘I build a boat for Sorrow: O swift on the seas all day and night Saileth the rover Sorrow, All day and night.’ What do … Continua a leggere Silently Walks Any Sorrow
The sky this morning is so clear that I seem to be able to cross it and I wonder where I could get if at this moment I started climbing my ladder to the sky. Maybe it wouldn’t take me anywhere, but, who knows, I could still look from above and observe in a different way what out of habit over the years we learn … Continua a leggere A Ladder to Heaven
Ustica è un’isola bellissima, baciata dal mare e dal sole, dalla pioggia e dal vento, accarezzata dagli scogli sui quali si perdono i sorrisi dei bagnanti… eppure, Ustica è ricordata soprattutto per la strage del 1980 quando un aereo di linea partito da Bologna e diretto a Palermo sparì nel Mar Tirreno. Ci furono 81 vittime la cui morte non ha avuto ancora giustizia, ma la … Continua a leggere Salvatore Giordano: Ustica
Ecco la registrazione dell’ultimo evento relativo ai miei libri inserito nella manifestazione #ilmaggiodeilibri buona visione: Continua a leggere I miei libri e Nulla die
#ILoveWriting I don’t know how it will end, and if it will ever end. Writing is like an uncultivated field that you travel in search of seeds among the weeds and then you realize how precious those weeds are and that they also have a reason to live. So, while you separate a thread from the other, in the patience of a job that requires … Continua a leggere #ILoveWriting
Vi aspetto domani, 24 maggio, ore 17:30 per una chiacchierata conclusiva. Sulla pagina dell’evento https://www.facebook.com/events/930851957368026/ o sulla mia pagina Facebook https://www.facebook.com/loredana.devita1 . I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, May 24, 5:30 pm for a final chat. On the event page https://www.facebook.com/events/930851957368026/ or on my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/loredana.devita1. Continua a leggere Loredana De Vita: 24 Maggio dei libri e degli editori
What are you looking for? I’m looking for the truth. Where? Wherever I go. Why? Because nothing can longer survive if we do not understand what the truth is. Do you know that there is not a single truth, but as many truths as human beings declare to possess? You are wrong. Truth is not something you can possess, if you do the one you … Continua a leggere In Search of Truth
Writing Is Testifying 