There are friends whose life fills your heart. They are the discreet, attentive ones, who tell you about themselves without screaming, without imposing themselves, without forcing you to take care of them. They are the ones who listen to you without asking for anything in return, the ones who know how to say the right things even if at that moment you would not want … Continua a leggere Friendship

One after the other, like links in a chain or as watchful ants following the same route, words embrace, chase each other, sometimes slow down, but never, never, lose their meaning. Indeed, perhaps in their slowing down they acquire the deepest sense of pain, listening, confrontation and sharing. Words are bonds, natural and built, they are expectations and hopes, they are respect and dignity, they … Continua a leggere Be responsible for Your Words

There are events so absurd that they can be considered incredible. In front of them, everyone shows disbelief and disapproval, but, in fact, once the reaction is over, the problem is exhausted. A convenient way to wash the hands of problems, appear sufficiently involved but not too much, keep further implications well at a distance and, above all, discharge responsibilities that, although hidden or apparently … Continua a leggere No Weapons, No Frontiers

With a serene gaze I observe the silence, I listen to the notes of a voiceless night, I savor the good bitter aroma of a never sweetened coffee. This is how the passage of time becomes the voice of the time of life or of life in time. No wasted moment to desire the insane, no moment without the patient search for the hidden cry … Continua a leggere One Voice

Violent isthe falling rainwhich strikesthe slender and tormented bodieswhile the mostdon’t see anythingbut their ownplaintive sky. Violentala pioggia che cadee colpiscei corpi macilentie straziatimentre i piùnon vedonoche il propriolamentoso cielo. Continua a leggere Sky

After all, it is only a moment between being and not being, yet that moment reveals the sense of having been there and rebuilding unexpected bridges. It is not the absence that determines the distance, but the absence of the absent absence which makes invisible those who, in reality, have not been loved. I want to say that presence is a beautiful thing, but that … Continua a leggere That Absence Which Means Presence

And you, sweet star by the moon abandoned, where are you turn your gaze? To whom do you entrust your solitary light shrouded in silence at night? I welcome your welcome into mine your gaze, in my sigh wait and love the life that will come. E tu, soave stella abbandonata dalla luna, dove volgi il tuo sguardo? A chi affidi la tua luce solitaria … Continua a leggere Little Star