Here I am to watch with my interior eye those memories which will never disappear. Some of them are stronger, other less, but each one keeps that feeling of nostalgia that I am not able to separate from the daily existence in every breath of my soul. I miss those people who have been fundamental to help me to become the person I am now. … Continua a leggere Nostalgia
Here it is, she has gone as she has lived without fear and with the courage of her love for life and people. She has gone while she was swimming in Lake Balaton. Ágnes Heller has gone, but she has left everything of her as the eternal warning and suggestion to look for the essentials, because a life of gentleness and meaning is still possible. Many … Continua a leggere Ágnes Heller: a Mild Upright Woman
Modern societies are societies that move without any rest. Technologies have facilitated our work and daily life, yet we have become more complicated. It happens probably because instead of implying our time to get some more time to think, we are wasting it in the research of those satisfactions that don’t really satisfy us while, on the contrary, grow our discontent. It seems a paradox … Continua a leggere The Power of Ideas
Daily we assist to the abolition of culture and its value in our societies where growing is no more an input to become better, but the standardization to a useless individual and individualistic economy. I propose this passage from my last essay to begin once more to give culture its right place and role. «Culture is a common experience that unites us and binds us … Continua a leggere What Culture Says
Here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ in Water, this what the English poet John Keats wanted as his epitaph. No name, no explanation, no complaints, no tears… only the reason of his living which continues to flow and inspire and give a reason to love. When an artist dies, whatever the choice of his/her art may have been, his/her death plays the sound of … Continua a leggere Here Lies One
Children… They are all the same, but we have divided and buried them in the abyss of our egoism and discontent. Those children who have become the weapons of our self-performing hate, those children whom we have deprived of their innocence, those children whose names will be soon forgotten by the most, those children cry tears they shouldn’t cry: the tears of our ferocious and … Continua a leggere Children
Yes, of life they die! It is not a paradox, but an enigma to solve. The more people have the opportunity to live, the more they long for death. Of course, they don’t call it like this, but name it amusement; yet, there is nothing amusing in dying because you have lost the sense of living. This happens very frequently and it does in many different … Continua a leggere Of Life They Die
You are there, however you are there. Smaller or greater, you are there. More or less white, you are there. Clear or hidden by the clouds, you are there. You are there and never betray our expectations or the dreams of a different world where discovery and research could be an input to do better and to be better. You are there, however you are … Continua a leggere Moon
Yesterday, I had the possibility to speak with a very young woman, unmarried but with a baby and with visible violet bruises around her neck and her wrists. She was sad and the same bruises seemed to cover the light of her young eyes. She was taking care of my hair, for this reason we had plenty of time to spend together. She was deeply … Continua a leggere Don’t Climb Over That Wall: a Story, a Life, a Choice
It’s like that. The wind drags into its vortex both good and evil. Closed in our silence we cannot but listen and wait to understand who will rise up in its battle of sense. It’s like that. The sun heats and its light satisfies both who dream and who disappoint. Absorbed in the heat that tires we can only observe and seek a shelter to … Continua a leggere The Road of Time
