“I understand the good, but don’t let it immobilize me and expropriate my life. Those born free do not fear death, more they fear those bonds that prevent them from taking flight and singing their hymn to the immensity of the sky and the depth of the sea “he said, spread the long wings of his freedom and left to go. (ldv self quote) «Capisco … Continua a leggere Just a Voice
An article of mine on the blog of the Peace Builders publishing house. An opportunity for dialogue and comparison. Un mio articolo sul blog della casa editrice Costruttori di Pace. Un’occasione di dialogo e confronto. La camorra uccide, il silenzio pure Continua a leggere Dialogues
On the way back, everything is different, richer, newer, more curious, more experienced. Each journey teaches, each journey is a gift, each journey is an opportunity to gather within oneself the voices and encounters that have studded it with small lights even in the dark, just like in that sky full of stars where it does not stand out whether it is the sky that … Continua a leggere On the Way Back
There are moments in everyone’s life when the sense of so much pain can escape. Well, those are the moments in which to remain steadfast and transform that pain into an open and sincere smile that welcomes those you love so that for them the smile and not the pain becomes memory. It is not a question of pretending or of stopping looking ahead, on the … Continua a leggere Eternity
In the glass palace, nothing is more real. The hidden faces, the transparent walls to separate, the people who, like automatons, manage your time and your health. They speak, but do they exist? Is that their voice? A recorded voice that repeats numbers until they are canceled due to a delay, a misunderstanding, a sudden dull reaction to everything around it moves but has no … Continua a leggere In the Glass Palace
Ho ricevuto oggi una notizia che mi ha rattristato molto, la morte di Raffaele Arcella, avvocato. Proprio in questi giorni in cui si celebra la Memoria, lui se ne è andato lasciandomi il ricordo bellissimo di una serata trascorsa a scuola insieme ai miei studenti, i loro genitori , Alberta Levi Temin (che pure ci ha lasciati nel 2016) , tutti insieme ad ascoltare dalle … Continua a leggere In Praise of Raffaele Arcella: a Good and Wise Man
These days, we often talk about Remembrance Day, it should be done every day, bearing in mind that there are memories destined to repeat themselves, and that in fact repeat themselves, even if we have proclaimed “Never again!”. I am referring to the Shoah, but above all to the hatred that made the Shoah possible and that today continues to pour out on the fragile … Continua a leggere 27th January, Memory Day: Janusz Korczak
Today it is so. I hear that thud in my chest, it seems to want to whisper something, but I don’t know what. Maybe that’s why it goes from the heart to the ears and seems to scream even louder, annoying and insistent. I don’t know what he wants, my head aches and sharper pangs squeeze my muscle that does not cease to resist the … Continua a leggere Beating Heart
The picture is by Andrea Morra Ours is a painful time full of uncertainties, a time in which love beyond pain is not just a poetic rhyme, but the resource to give answers to hope. Just rememberthat bodysevered from its branchis not a body but a person,that a lifebloodflowsin its thin veinswhile it mixes with the brushunknownequally tornfrom the hurricane windthat presses,screams and dragsin the … Continua a leggere Broken Branch
I miss English literature so much. No, not reading and studying it that I continue to do a lot, but I miss teaching it. I miss transmitting my passion, thanks to a word, a verse, an experience, to dissect that part of a writer that can be understandable and leave the rest to the desire for research and personal deepening while remaining in dialogue. I … Continua a leggere My Student and I
