What an abused word is friendship. It is used with such ease that it becomes any word, but it is not so, it is not any word, it is not a word to be abused. Friendship is the word we use to give meaning to a relationship that has value in our lives not for the profit that comes from it, but for the ability … Continua a leggere Friendship

Your life is like a work of art, that fresco of which only we know the lights and shadows, the sense and direction. What the viewer sees is only a part of what really exists and often this visible part is only a small part of what our experiences tell. We are at the mercy of those who observe us without understanding, but pontificating as … Continua a leggere My Piece of Art

There are people whose respectability is nothing but a mask worn to cover their lack of respect for other people. It is not a question of political party, but a social issue, better, an ethical one. There must be consistence to be respectable, your exposed life should not be the opposite than your hidden one, above all if you are a public character, if you … Continua a leggere Respectability Should Not Be Pure Appearance

There is a lesson we do not want to learn, although we rebel occasionally against one thing or the other. We can also fight against the lack of rights, we can even proclaim our vote for justice, but if we do not learn that life is not a joke our words and the voice we use to scream are not believable. There many events that … Continua a leggere Life Is Not a Joke

How strange the human being is, or perhaps more than strange we should say selfish. When the things that happen do not concern us closely, we are all ready to pronounce our words, to pronounce the solutions, to indicate the culprits. If, however, the things that happen concern us, we forget everything we have enunciated with our vehement vehemence and demand that our selfishness be … Continua a leggere How Strange We Are

In these days of riots against any discrimination and racism, whose ideas and actions I share, I have often been thinking about the symbols we are used to in our daily life which surround us and whose names we often cite in the name of the streets we walk or the monuments we visit. These are symbols to represent an historical past not always near … Continua a leggere Traces from the Past

As invisible as she was, she has a name, her name is Zohra and she is eight years old. Yes, I use the present tense, I do it with conviction and not to make my article more melancholy, but because Zohra is only one of too many invisible whose rights are not only denied, but trampled on, shaken, torn to the last breath. They are … Continua a leggere The Invisibles

What if there were an upside down world? A world where children go to work and parents study, where Sleeping Beauty does not wait for a Prince to wake her up but she is to wake him up, where heterosexuality is the minority, where there are no official religions, where whites are more discriminated than blacks, where every difference is reversed so that those who … Continua a leggere The Upside Down World

We are often too used to think about ourselves at the point that nothing outside of us really matters. Sometimes, I even think that we do not perceive anything else but ourselves as we were the only one in this universe of blind minds. Whatever is outside of our interest does not exist. Is it due to our blindness, to our unawareness or to our … Continua a leggere Get Out of the Shell

I fear we have forgotten what freedom is and confused it with the pleasure of doing whatever we want without any specific regard for the others, on the contrary with the precise intention of hurting them. This is what I have seen yesterday during the celebrations of the Italian Anniversary since the foundation of the Republic. To tell the truth, they were not celebrations, because … Continua a leggere 2nd June: The Freedom I Miss