The news that reaches us from the newspapers seems to barely touch our conscience without stimulating the awareness of having to assume a different role in our own life, of having to give it back its lost value, of having to observe it from the inside, of bending our inconsistencies to a meaning and a meaning that does not isolate us from the rest of … Continua a leggere Meet Your Life

There are people in the world who are hard to define. In reality, no person should be defined, but there are some who are so adept at staying suspended and playing multiple roles at the same time that the need to understand who they are becomes at least legitimate.They are not bad people, but they are not good people even if, judging by their appearance, … Continua a leggere People

This morning the flight of a seagull – wings outstretched, neck extended, beak open to cry out to the sun rising behind the clouds – made me think not only of the beauty and grace that softens even a hoarse cry, but of the necessity that each continue its flight in search of that hidden sun or that shining and tender moon that still tells … Continua a leggere Seagull

The indifference around is biting and contemptuous, like a fingernail that follows the outline of a face, carving its shapes, imperfections, beauty, solidity, hopes and illusions to blood.Where do we stand, external observers of the distress of others? In the nail that scratches and tears the skin or in the blood that appears between the flaps of skinned skin of those innocents who do not … Continua a leggere Choose Your Side

Clothes like a body empty or emptied by the male violence for which they are not guilty, but which forever trace invisible folds and seams of infinite pain. Clothes laid out as truths finally denounced, without shame or fear, since the judgment on what one is immediately does not belong to those who stand by and watch, but to those who experience the burden of … Continua a leggere No to War Rape, No to Rape

Black, black as pitch are those clouds blacker than the night that falls asleep and passes its baton to the day. Impressive that gray glow among the black clouds, you ask yourself which is the sky and which the clouds, which the day and which the night, which the promise and which the condemnation. You wonder where you are and if there is hope. Nere, … Continua a leggere Night and Day in the Clouds

There’s a storm out there bending the trees as the wind screams all its grudge. There is a storm even in those lonely hearts tired of the injustices that seem to have no end and of the wickedness that reaches ever lower levels with no possibility of redemption for those fragile souls trampled and forgotten.You find yourself, then, talking, searching, dreaming, imagining the possibility of … Continua a leggere Storm