Who Is She?

I ask myself with more and more lucidity, who is the woman who among the unshed tears that burn her soul, continues to pull straight, with a smile, with the light in her eyes despite her hollow and pale face?Who is that woman who jokes around her now bald head, even managing to recognize herself as if it were nothing more than one of the … Continua a leggere Who Is She?

A Wise Man

Sergio Mattarella re-elected for the second time as President.I’m happy with it, we need a man of high moral standing, cultured, intelligent, excellent mediator and leader.I’m sorry, too, because his re-election is the sign of something that has become increasingly evident over the years: the fall of the political sense of many parliamentarians.As I always say, “I grew up on bread and Gramsci”, to say … Continua a leggere A Wise Man

What in a Name?

Everything needs a name to become less hostile.Thus, a pacemaker becomes “Freddie”, so that its rhythm can find a little bit the strong and also trasgressive one of Mercury; the PICC becomes “indolor” (painless), partly to mimic an old health product, partly to play down its useful presence; cancer becomes “little monster”, to soften awareness and diminish its power.Everything takes the name of hope, expectation, … Continua a leggere What in a Name?


When you feel a little down, think about the most beautiful smile you have ever received and carry it tightly in your heart.When your pace is slower, think of that immaculate moon that doesn’t fade along your path.When you have a tear that does not flow in your eyes, think of that flower that slowly blooms giving you all the beauty of its love.When you … Continua a leggere When…

A Disappointing Humanity

It is difficult to accept that after so much work by so many we must always and again find ourselves faced with actions of anti-Semitism, racism, discrimination of all kinds. There is something wrong, something that makes those who work in favor of a united humanity less convincing, but also something stronger that spreads through the folds of everyone’s life and that, in the end, … Continua a leggere A Disappointing Humanity

Like a Child

Sometimes it can feel like a child. Like a child carrying a weight greater than it can without giving up and giving up.That weight, dragged, pushed, sometimes used as a shield, other as a weapon or, even, as a support on which to rest, takes on the function of a mooring, not something that separates you from life, but a possibility of anchoring better to … Continua a leggere Like a Child