It is true and I admit it without any lie that it annoys me who, proclaiming himself as a writer and intellectual, in his own language makes grammatical blunders and does not care about the coherence of the text from a linguistic and not only semantic point of view, but there is even something worse. In fact, I am even more horrified at the same … Continua a leggere Inner Grammar
There come several times in the course of one’s life moments in which it is necessary to fix one’s memories not for the fear that they will escape, but to make them real for those who can only know them through you.A photograph is a way to fix the images and make them eternal, but what everyone felt in that exact moment of the shot, … Continua a leggere Fixing Your Memories
There are gestures or actions that, like James Joyce’s epiphany, bring to mind gestures and stories that you thought you had forgotten. A sudden and unexpected revelation, more than a memory, less than the life that repeats itself. I was ironing a shirt and that usual and repetitive gesture of the hot iron which, back and forth always with the same movement, establishes a relationship … Continua a leggere Pina
We are more and more prone to sterile controversy, it seems that human beings are prisoners of a collapsed way of doing things, which no longer has a reason to exist, yet from which they cannot escape in any way: comparison, measuring themselves with the other to override it or, in any case, not be outdone. What you do I do, if you do it … Continua a leggere Modern Atlas
If I listen to the gentle and insistent chirping of the newborn birds that demand the return of their parents with the food that satisfies them in their beak, even the onomatopoeia appears to me with infinite tenderness. Sometimes, it is the sounds themselves that describe the beauty of the word that uses them to convey the emotion. Sometimes it is enough to listen to … Continua a leggere Little Bird
A light caresses the dark rocks of the silent submerged, a rock is that world that exists and welcomes the benevolent caress of the silence that suffers mute. A word is in the silent gaze that loves life in the frantic beating of a heart that leaps and that in pain often is silent. Una luce accarezza le rocce cupe del silenzioso sommerso, una roccia … Continua a leggere Dream at Dawn
“La vita gioca con me” (Mondadori, 2019) scritto da David Grossman con delicatezza e intuito, è certamente un romanzo di qualità. Qualità per il contenuto, qualità per il resoconto di una storia vera di cui non solo l’autore diventa testimone, ma che è in grado di rendere altrettanto testimone il lettore, grazie alla scrittura avvolgente che parla all’interno del pensiero di chi legge invitandolo a … Continua a leggere David Grossman: La vita gioca con me
Writing is not child’s play, although almost everyone knows how to write. Writing is not putting words on paper, one after the other in a sequence of description and narration of facts or events, writing is to leave an imprint.There are writers so really writers who even in the shortest thought and in the most linear description are capable of transmitting life, since their narratives, … Continua a leggere The Writer’s Imprint
The reasons of the other can also be our reasons, while respecting mutual freedom and difference, if on both sides these reasons are based on solid ethical principles that put the person at the center of the dialogue and not those individual interests, often not even very clear and identified that, due to this unreasonable presumption of the individual, turn into blocked clichés and without … Continua a leggere The Reasons of the Other
There is a moment in my time when everything seems to stop, the unpleasant voices stop screeching against the ice of my frost and the mild ones spread their aroma beyond the wall built to defend myself. That’s the moment when the memories come back, good and bad, but you know you are stronger because they belong to the past and you are already a … Continua a leggere There’ s a Moment
Writing Is Testifying 