When you complete a task you cared about a lot, what remains, well beyond tiredness, is that feeling of honest passion which is the perception of having given something of yourself. What remains is in the hearts of those who listened and shared their time by welcoming information and reflections to which they were not strangers but of which, indeed, in different ways, they were … Continua a leggere Grateful
In silence one better dominates the space of time between oneself and the rest of the world. Because it’s about domination, control.There are many solitary gestures that close in the heart, that are performed, invisible, like nocturnal caresses for the love that, unique, can understand. Nel silenzio si domina meglio lo spazio del tempo che intercorre tra sé e il resto del mondo. Perché di … Continua a leggere In the Silence
Qualche volta, la scrittura semplice è semplificazione. Questa l’impressione che mi è rimasta dopo la lettura di “Grande meraviglia” (Einaudi, 2023) di Viola Ardone.Un romanzo che scivola veloce nella lettura per una scrittura lineare, senza sbalzi, quasi una cantilena, come le filastrocche inventate da Elba, la protagonista, nata prigioniera nel manicomio dove la madre, Mutti, era internata non per reale pazzia.Siamo nel 1982, pochi anni … Continua a leggere Viola Ardone: Grande Meraviglia
Emotion after emotion I move forward, and it’s a good thing, even tiredness is a good thing. To stop is to get lost, to lose the meaning and direction of one’s choices. Once again, literature is life, it is a bridge across spatial and temporal distances; once again, competence cannot be separated from passion. Emozione dopo emozione vado avanti, ed è un bene, anche la … Continua a leggere Literature
I take a sheet of paper and a pen, I give my name to time. Prendo un foglio di carta e una penna, do il mio nome al tempo. Continua a leggere Time
I am like that butterfly you gave me,wings spread in the tense beauty of its colors.It stands on her frail legson a leaf suspended in the wind,about to fly,it does not give in to the temptation of her freedom,just stay, wait. Sono come quella farfalla che tu mi hai donato,ali spiegate nella bellezza tesa dei suoi colori.Salda su gracili zampesu una foglia sospesa nel vento,in … Continua a leggere Like a Butterfly
While rereading Virginia Woolf’s diaries I am a little moved. I find in her that tenacious resistance and that gaze that I try to enclose in my writing and I feel less alone.Looking honestly at one’s reality, giving it the possibility of thought and voice, redeeming beauty from the dark iniquity of prejudices, clichés, words without poetry makes me feel closer to the heart of … Continua a leggere I Find Myself in You
Why can you feel infinitely alone even though you know you are loved? A question without answer or with a thousand and one unheard answers. Perché ci si può sentire infinitamente soli pur sapendo di essere amati? Una domanda con nessuna risposta o con mille e una risposte non ascoltate. Continua a leggere Why?
Writing Is Testifying 