I love the sea and the sea loves me. I have always known it, perceived in its deep and silent call, in the reflection of the light of the moon and the sun that expands into billions of stars.I love the sea because it listens to my thoughts and suggests consolations that only nature can offer.I love the sea that drags towards the horizon with … Continua a leggere La Palabra de la Mar
Culture lives if we give it life, if we feed it with meanings, if we support it with the cleverness and intelligence of welcoming and sharing. La cultura vive se le diamo vita, se l’alimentiamo di significati, se la sosteniamo con l’ingegno e l’intelligenza dell’accoglienza e della condivisione. Continua a leggere Culture Lives
Nel suo romanzo “Numero undici” (Feltrinelli, 2015) Jonathan Coe ci presenta una realtà sociale e politica che devasta il quotidiano dimostrando che nulla di quello che accade nella società possa non avere influenza nel quotidiano comune di ciascun cittadino.Gli eventi politici, i comportamenti sociali, lo sviluppo di realtà pseudo societarie come i reality show, la profonda e perenne divisione tra chi è ricco e ostenta … Continua a leggere Jonathan Coe: Numero Undici
Sometimes living seems completely unnatural to me.A paradox? A contradiction? A discontent? Who knows, maybe all and none.In reality, we have become so used to individualism that nothing more seems to recognize the value of exchange and comparison and, if these are lacking, living is nothing but vegetating in a condition of less industriousness than a blade of grass in a meadow. uncultivated.These days, inevitably, … Continua a leggere Individualism Kills the Thought
Today, one year ago, I met my “little monster”. Since then I have traveled an arduous, painful road, but which has not deprived me of my smile and my gaze.It has been a difficult year, one in which life begins to count backwards by subtracting each year from those that remain. A year in which everything seemed to run faster than I could keep up … Continua a leggere One Year Has Passed
A24. A code, a figure that worries me, which becomes like my name in this long hospital morning. A24 is not my name, but that is for those who put me on hold, for those who, with their number, try to understand at what point in the waiting line they have arrived, and, I realize, it is also for mine gaze that scrutinizes on the … Continua a leggere A24 My Code Today
There was no sunset in the sky last night. The darkness was approaching anyway, but without the day giving it its greeting like a lighthouse.The darkness, then, seemed even darker to me, the moon did not appear among the clouds and the rain did not stop crying for the announced emptiness.Where we are? What do we do so that this rising abyss learns to know … Continua a leggere No Dawn This Morning
To lead a people it does not take anger, accusations and claims, but ideas, listening and sharing are needed, all seasoned with a good dose of competence, humility, self-denial.A good leader is not the one who screams and lies, but the one who listens and is able to make a synthesis. A good leader is not a leader, but a person who takes care of … Continua a leggere Leaders
Moments of fatigue.I wonder, suddenly, what it will be like when it will start again. Will I be able to manage it in serenity until the last breath or will this little monster crush my body in pain by abusing the resistance of my loved ones? When it will come, because now it is clearer and clearer that it will come, will I still be … Continua a leggere When It Will Come…
The sun is only within you.What does the heart of the innocent laugh at? And what makes their eyes wet with tears?It is the same thing that the hypocrites pride themselves on, but interpreted in the opposite way, power.The innocent laugh at it because they don’t need it, although they suffer because of its foolish groundlessness and iniquity.The hypocrites put on it, they even invent … Continua a leggere Where Is the Sun?
Writing Is Testifying 