Memory means taking charge of the history of the other. It doesn’t matter if we were there or not, it’s history and history belongs to everyone, it’s our baggage, it’s the ability to discern the rotten seed from the one that will bear healthy fruit.This is Memory, History and History cannot be denied even if there are those who try to hide it, even if … Continua a leggere Memory

Sometimes I observe my life and that of those around me and it seems to me that I am watching a film in eternal rewind.And yet, I know, every life flows differently and digs the furrows of its time. Talvolta osservo la mia vita e quella di chi mi circonda e mi sembra di assistere a un film in eterno rewind.Eppure, lo so, ogni vita … Continua a leggere Rewind

We should always try to listen to the voice of the day and to those words that are your story today.You don’t know where this will take you, but you know it will be a step further; you know that your yearning for freedom passes through that daily life to which you forgive and entrust the good and the bad of your existence and your … Continua a leggere Listen to the Voice of the Day

What remainsis a blink of an eye at nightfall,the emotion of a tear along the tired face,the discreet smile that invokes infinity,the honest word that makes life sacred.This remains,everything remains,root and fruit. Ciò che restaè un battito di ciglia al calar della sera,l’emozione di una lacrima lungo il volto stanco,il sorriso discreto che invoca l’infinito,la parola onesta che rende sacra la vita.Questo resta,resta tutto,radice e … Continua a leggere What’s Left

In books I look for honesty, for better or for worse, because honest writing is a voice and a sign that builds bridges, ties, that shows realities that one feels part of even though they don’t belong to us, that indicates paths of meeting and sharing.A book is a trail to follow or to avoid, to choose or to ban, but it is always a … Continua a leggere Reading and Writing

It is not thought possible that a single little heart could contain so much restlessness as to fill the silence of so many indifferent. Yet, it is so, but we pretend nothing happened.It is easier to remain indifferent, to close our eyes and the gaze of the heart towards everything that could affect the placid sailing into nothingness, even if the goal is vain and … Continua a leggere A Single Little Heart

Life often flows elusive and incomprehensible, full of mystery and coincidences that profoundly affect the path of a person as well as that of another, of each other.Death, in these times, seems to prevail and wrap itself around the life of those who perceive it as close as if it were a membrane that protects and does not divide everything from nothing.Events overlap and the … Continua a leggere The Flow of Life

There are shadows in the heart that cannot be erased. They are like incandescent blades that return to pierce your being without seemingly causing any pain as they dig through your soul to depths you never knew they possessed.And yet, although disarming, your life’s task is not to erase these shadows, but rather to understand them, bring them to light, not hide them, give them … Continua a leggere Lights and Shadows

One often wonders what sense pain has, but why, what sense does non-pain have?Everything about our being was born and is there in its place stretched between two extremes, but neither one nor the other can do without one or the other.It’s like a bridge whose beginning and end are naturally interdependent, what’s the point of walking a bridge if there is no opposite end … Continua a leggere Simply Love

There are days that start with a smile, others with deep sadness.Both unmotivated, perhaps, but both profoundly true and sincere.A reason, in reality, always exists and it is the one that gives composure to both smile and sadness; it’s just that, sometimes, that motif is kept in deep memory or in that secret of oneself that one is unable to reveal except through the serenity … Continua a leggere Self-Regard