I have almost completed my new book, I feel my soul vibrate as if it were pulled from one side to the other by an invisible and resistant thread.As I write, in fact, my new testimony (writing is witnessing, in fact), the emotion of fragility upsets my heart and I wonder how it was possible to have lived this narrative that seems and really is … Continua a leggere The Strength of Writing Life

Writing in the morning is not a ritual, but a good day in hindsight that remains. Every time I take the pen between my fingers I ask myself: “What will I leave of myself?”The mind, in fact, never goes on vacation and perhaps never should at a time when becoming disaffected seems to have become the instrument of a pseudo-freedom. You feel free if you … Continua a leggere The Good