Desire for normality. Sometimes normality is real freedom more than we can realize. Desiderio di normalità. Qualche volta la normalità è libertà più di quanto riusciamo a comprendere. Continua a leggere Normality

Today is one of those days in which the joy of Liberation should be more than a feeling, an idea, a project, a meaning to give to one’s existence by trying to free oneself forever from those forms of dictatorship and violent regime which continue to preclude to many, too many, the taste for freedom.The Liberation of Italy from Nazi-Fascism began before the allies landed, … Continua a leggere I Was Born Free

Sometimes the silence is longer than the night.Sometimes we feel unworthy of living and overwhelmed by the growing emptiness that fills souls with nonsense.This is the moment to react, to give a signal of your resistance and restore a rhythm to your patience.Patience not only to wait, but to build meaning in doing so. Talvolta il silenzio è più lungo della notte.Talvolta ci si sente … Continua a leggere A Night of Silence

Sometimes the best words are the ones that are not pronounced, but that live in your chest and are the beating of your own heart. It is there, in fact, that they find the rhythm and the nectar that gives rise to life.Those words move, act, they are all you have to present your thoughts in an original, but above all authentic way, there is … Continua a leggere Living Words

I don’t know if we are still capable of loving beyond ourselves, but I know this is what we all need. Io non so se siamo ancora capaci di amare oltre noi stessi, ma so che questo è ciò di cui tutti abbiamo bisogno. Continua a leggere Easter

I listen to the words I dreamed of, I wait for them to tell me a story and to live it in my memory as I mend them in a dream, side by side in the soft embroidery of my life.A tender and complex work, since each word is a lost thread, severed from the plot, like a flower torn apart from the grass and … Continua a leggere Flying Words

A flower opens and looksin and out of that windowopened in my heart wherea flower opens and smilesat the fragile time of my existence.It does not give up, does not surrenderit does not withdraw from the life that callsand smiles and observes and narrates and sufferswhile thought thinksand slowlyopens. Un fiore si schiude e guardadentro e fuori quella finestraaperta nel mio cuore doveun fiore si … Continua a leggere A Flower

The measure of each one is not the only possible measure, since, in fact, each person has his own minimum and maximum and must commit himself to that without being judged by the opinion of the other.What makes us perceive that we are working together, therefore, is not the quantity but the intensity and the charge of meaning with which each person imprints their actions … Continua a leggere Furrows

Inspired wordsburning thoughtson the wall of life as chaoswhich becomes border and horizonflexible and mobile structurerough and imperviouslively cricket or diligent cicada voicerapid sense movementtumultuous in the tearing thunderthe sky but caresses the seadeep where it gets lost. Parole ispiratepensieri roventisul muro della vita come caosche diventa confine e orizzontestruttura flebile e mobileruvida e imperviavoce di grillo vivace o di solerte cicalamovimento rapido di sensotumultuoso … Continua a leggere Chaos

I wish I could be wind, be home, be time.I’d love to be the fire that burns in the heart of a small bud that is deaf to the sound of life.I’d love to be a refuge, a refreshment, a journey, a destination, a horizon.I’d love to be a voice that narrates the innocence of a newborn child’s breath, a caress of a ray of … Continua a leggere I’d Love to Be