Rummaging through the photos brings back memories of people who are alive in the memory of every present moment even if they have not been there for some time. It happens because in life everyone encounters good and evil, here, he is the good: uncle Peppino.He worked at Italsider first, and then at Cementir, his overalls were always dirty with dust, his hands calloused for … Continua a leggere The Good Man
As a young girl, I volunteered with the Sisters of Mother Teresa of Calcutta, I met many homeless, dirty, drunk, sick. I often felt disgusted and wondered why they wasted their lives.There were situations of all kinds, many of them I could not accept, others understand them, however they existed and they were not just outside of me. Then, in the midst of so much … Continua a leggere Pascà
It is daylight, but it is that hour of the morning when it seems that time stops undecided between moving forward or stopping in the present moment before the final awakening.I look out on the balcony and observe the long straight road that connects one square to another, as it connects this moment to everything that will happen later.Everything seems to give me its good … Continua a leggere The Tramp’s Trolley
And it seems to me that you are there to hold up the whole sky. An inviting gateway to an invisible elsewhere. The fulcrum of a balance between light and dark. The silent magic of forever. You, moon, fascinating mystery beyond the recognizable of which we boast, reachable by now, but mysterious and pure. E mi sembra che tu sia lì per sorreggere l’intero cielo. … Continua a leggere The Ignored Mystery
There are many of them around us. They are hidden from the gaze of those who seek in their vision the common, striking things, those that do not require the effort of contemplation as they impose themselves in the sometimes coarse might of their presence.And yet, there are many of them, they are the little things, those that easily escape, but which, if you suddenly … Continua a leggere The Beauty of the Little Things
“Storia di mio figlio” (Feltrinelli, 2015) di Nadine Gordimer è un romanzo intenso che lascia nel lettore la sensazione di aver vissuto una storia dall’interno e che nella vita, in qualche modo misterioso, ogni cosa sia destinata a essere totalmente sconvolta prima che tutto torni al suo posto e al suo normale respiro.È così che un figlio, un padre, una madre, una sorella e un’amante … Continua a leggere Nadine Gordimer: Storia di mio figlio
Smiling with your eyes I think is the most beautiful way to smile, certainly the most profound one that does not capture the ephemeral moment to burn it, but retains the substance of the smile and entrusts it to the dreams and the hope of good for the other.I was taught the discretion, always, the silent embrace of putting yourself next to the other, of … Continua a leggere Smiles
You are already beyondalthough time and placeshold you back.You are already beyondalthough the voices and feelingscall you back.You are already beyondin the invisible foreverin the eyes of those who do not havebut themselvesto watchand their own selfto satisfy.You are already beyondin the unknown timewhere no I no Youexists on its ownwhere everythinghas its own voicewhich is our voice life. Sei già oltresebbene il tempo e … Continua a leggere Beyond
Right and wrong, there is such perfection in these hands that it can get confused in discernment. Yet, everything has its place, everything has its gaze and its unavoidable vision thanks to the life of the other. The law, which flaunts supreme beauty, is based on the perfection of that reverse whose invisible knots have been able to create bonds. There is wisdom in the … Continua a leggere Right and Wrong
“To travel is to live”, that’s right. My life, every life, is nothing but a journey in which everyone chooses the route of their destination. Every now and then, we make some stops, we also change direction, we let ourselves be intrigued by the mysteries hidden in different routes, but then, with determination, we resume our journey. In reality, deviating does not mean stopping traveling … Continua a leggere To Travel Is To Live
Writing Is Testifying 