HOPEFUL GREEN
What color are your eyes?
It depends on the weather.
I am fairly certain that on August 27, 2019, as I watched the seagulls cross the roof of the world on that chalk-colored beach in the Gulf of Mexico, they were British racing green. Just as I am certain they were the yellow of citron soda on…
GHOSTS
After Christmas lunch I didn’t feel well, was it the lasagna? Too much panettone?
…I saw more closely, and I noticed a small cut on my skin…and since it was a bad day, I fell into it. I found myself in a dark room, watching memories pass me by, some colorful, some black and white. There was a sme…
JUST A LIST OF THINGS
There is a thought that crosses my mind at the beginning of every year and knocks on my door. Knock knock! Who is it? It’s me! Who is me? My list of good intentions. In 2026, I would like to… Eat better, slow down, be more present, change something about myself. A tiny gesture, often fragile and reve…
NATURAL BORN KILLER
The idea that humans are born naturally violent, beyond the title of an Oliver Stone film, is certainly the fuel of all right-wing political movements, because the success of a product depends largely on the market to which it is offered. For example, to sell weapons you need wars, but to wage wars…
VIDEO TUTORIAL FOR APPLE PIE
I read in not a little poetic words that “the beauty of a house is made by the life of those who live in it”… it struck me a lot and I was overwhelmed!!! So… what’s the point of the beautiful, often even useless, things we surround ourselves with? What good are atmospheres and scents if you don’…
FOR A NEW SONG
One thing I loved about my grandmother’s house was the undisputed star of the dining room: an old piano. It was made of the blackest wood, and inside its mouth lay ivory keys and black keys that produced trembling, crooked, weary sounds. If you pressed them too hard, the whole body shivered, and you…
SEMICOLON
They tell me I don’t use punctuation, that I don’t know how to use it, that I’m not capable.
But I remember very well when, in elementary school, teacher Stefania in that classroom with wooden and glass windows embracing the pines and mulberry trees on the hill in the middle of the city explained…
DO NOT CALL IT “SEX EDUCATION”!
Good morning everyone. Today I wanted to address the topic of sexual and affective education in schools. I would first like to make a brief introduction. The school, as it is now, I do not like; I would completely reshape it because it has become a cold structure, made up of evaluations, measurements…
TO SCHOOL WITH LOVE…WITHOUT LIES
Years ago I metLove without liesin a wonderful Roman bookstore. Those were intense years of research, during which my heart sought new avenues to nourish itself. The book captivated me at first sight, perhaps because of the unique cover, perhaps because of the title… Is there love without lies? And…