SEPTEMBER AIR
August is ending, the air finally cools and we can see the end of summer. September has always seemed to me a melancholic month… Perhaps because it is a month that “forces” us to start again, to go towards the new (which maybe we have laboriously conquered!) but also to separate ourselves from what…
REFLECTIONS UNDER A SUMMER TREE
Once again this year, in the midst of summer, under the pleasant and cool shade of a tree, my mind leads me to gaze and contemplate, taking the proper distance of a summer break, at the world that stands in the background and awaits us on the threshold of autumn. I have often followed the news of pol…
LEAVE GO
“Butterflies don’t fly, I’m not in the skin anymore I’ve lost my emotions you find them yourself? From tonight no, I don’t want to be sick. Give me two wings to fly.” (Sangiovanni, 2022)
Among the many songs of this strange summer, arrived late and then exploded, I happ…
MAMMA MIA!
“I tell my mother everything, I confide in her, she knows everything about me. Yes, we often fight but then we make up, otherwise I feel guilty. With my father, however, it is different, he is distant and I have never had a deep dialogue with him. If I have a problem, a difficulty, I talk to my mothe…
TIME, HEAT AND TRANSFORMATION
We are facing very hot days lately; I’ve been wondering for a while “what will I be talking about in my next article for Papillon?”. I certainly didn’t start by talking about the climate because I wanted to talk about the weather (if anything, I’ll give this the responsibility of the issues I decided…
TREMBLE
Dear Papillon,
In correspondence, one usually says: ‘it’s always me’ and I had thought of starting this letter that way. But in this case, that deeper things are at stake, you might ask, “Always?”
I read somewhere that the entire skin of our body renews itself in a single month. 12 times…
The Mystery of Stonehenge 1/2
“Enough, it’s over!” I thought as I walked across the school hall at a brisk pace. Outside, the blinding light of summer. I stand on the entrance steps and catch my breath. This was my last day of school, but the very last of my life. The oral exam didn’t go exactly as I had imagined but I don’t th…
IN PRAISE OF DEPTH
On June 21st I arrived at school very early. At 7.30 I was already in front of the gates surrounded by the tense, supportive but also amused looks of all the students who were waiting to enter to take the first test of the State Exam. This time of waiting that, every year, I share with them seems to…