Time expands, in the night it is already day and in the day there is already night. The silence, the empty streets, the lights on in the houses that, as if out of modesty, close the shutters early or open them late in the morning as if to keep a secret, that of being alive, which is feared to show because the dead walk silently … Continua a leggere Hope
Time leaves traces on her face, but it has forgotten her heart that continues, like a baby, to smile in the wind and in that imaginary journey that takes it far away without any boundaries or habits. Free as a nightingale feather that lays down on the serene face of a child who dreams is her warrior heart, struggles its heartbeat, runs and jumps as … Continua a leggere The Time of the Enchantment
Tonight I had a strange but beautiful dream. I cannot interpret it, but the tenderness that it left gives me a feeling of nostalgia. There was a voice that always repeated the same words to me “Write, hurry up, write!”. It was not a warning, rather a determined invitation, almost peremptory, but sweet, because confidence showed through that hard yet so mild inflection of the … Continua a leggere A Dream
When I was a child, I used to color hard-boiled eggs to adorn the Easter table. I did it while mom and aunt were busy preparing and the aunts and uncles played with me and tried to distract me. Not everyone in the family participated in the game, but those who did it found a unique moment of serenity in participating in a larger project. … Continua a leggere Dreaming Easter
It’s strange! You realize that the heart is a muscle only when it begins to yield, for the rest it is only the place where you deposit your feelings and emotions, take care of them, mature them, give them. It is the place where everything becomes possible and where there is always room for everything and everyone. Maybe that’s why the muscle gets tired, because … Continua a leggere In Praise of My Heart
When I was a child I dreamed to be an astronaut. I wished to walk around the moon from one pole to the other or to fly in the black sky of the universe. I would have swum in the oceans of Mars and met the alien fairies in the sky of Venus. I would surely play with the thrilling stars all around me and … Continua a leggere An Astronaut on the Earth
I think how difficult it can be these days to always create new stimuli for children who stay at home and for many parents who, always too busy in their work, may need some alternative to games and television. I wrote an illustrated tale, short and simple, the name of the protagonist, Christian the Pirate, is the name of a child who is the heart … Continua a leggere A Tale
The thought at the time of the coronavirus However disgusting it could be, this morning a fly was humming in my room. It flew over my books, useless were my attempts to catch it. It flew over my head, the most I could was to hit my head in the useless effort to decrease the fly’s freedom. At last, that really annoying fly, whose humming … Continua a leggere The Fly
Today, I want to tell you a story, the possible story of Karim and Farida whose names mean the generous and the rare pearl respectively. “Possible” because I do not really know none of them and probably I will never do, but it could be the story of any Karim and Farida as well as of any Loredana or whoever in the world. Well, Karim and Farida, as every … Continua a leggere Innocence
