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
You don’t want to have to say “no”, but there are occasions when you shouldn’t be put in the condition of having to say “no”. There is a difficult balance between what you would like to be able to offer and what from the (often economic) circumstances you are forced to deny. Those who receive the rejection suffer, but more suffer those who are forced … Continua a leggere The Face of Renunciation
I can imagine you sat over your red bench looking at the immense infinite of that landscape that you will never see. I can imagine your own dreams and the never told stories that you did not dare to pronounce in order not to make dirty the purity of your feelings and thoughts. I can imagine your desperation and that feeling of being a useless … Continua a leggere A Red Bench
In honor of a child and his mother hugging each other at the bottom of the sea. «Mum, I cannot sleep». «Be quiet son, it’s time to rest». «Mum, when will we arrive?» «Soon, we’ll arrive soon» «Mum, there will be children to play with?» «Of course there will! They will play with you while you will teach them your songs and your dances» … Continua a leggere Mother and Son
Tell me more about those abandoned stories at the bottom of the sea, of the hopes, the dreams, the fears, the lost resources and the forgotten courage. Tell me more about the life expiring in the indifferent silence of those who judge and in the astonished one of those who, by holding their hand, can only grasp the light water that in the waves does not … Continua a leggere To My Never-Known Friends
I don’t see your emptiness, but I look at your fullness and, in the memory of what might have been, I lull the child you were and the man you are. There is so much emptiness not to fill as if you fill a goatskin withered by the dryness of time, but to give the right words to be told. Because a void is never … Continua a leggere The Emptied Story
I woke up this morning by the light of the moon that was still shining softly over the quiet waves of the sea whose breath I could hear in my ears although no one else could hear the same. It was the whisper of my thoughts that in the magical change between night and day realized that I was not in the night neither I … Continua a leggere ‘Let Me Live!’
I have dreamt of a kingdom where my legs could run free everywhere, cross over streams and climb those trees that made me see far white mountains and dark blue sky. It is not your kingdom, it is my own. I have dreamt of a kingdom where my pebbles paved the way to my house, yes, certainly, because I had a home which though smaller … Continua a leggere It Is Not Your Kingdom
