Yet, that night, those nights, they continue to denigrate the human being and humanity. There are many nights in the world, the innocent people massacred even by those who have been victims, the walls built of barbed wire or stone which, although horrible, are even more subtle than the insurmountable ones we have built in our hearts. Walls that we do not want to account … Continua a leggere Another Day, Another Night

A slow narrative is life, even if it seems to escape, perhaps, what really escapes is its meaning and the reason for our existence. We do not live to occupy a space, but to be space and time and meaning and project and vision not dream of what we are and want. Una narrazione lenta è la vita, anche se sembra sfuggire, forse, ciò che … Continua a leggere Vision not Dream