In a world where the vastness of the universe makes us feel small, it is generosity that makes us grand. It is not height, strength, or wealth that defines a man’s true greatness, but rather the capacity to give to others. Generosity is the measure of the soul, a reflection of a heart that expands beyond the limits of the self. When a man extends his hand to help, he not only alleviates the pain of others but also enriches his own existence. Each act of kindness is a seed planted in the fertile soil of humanity, blossoming into gestures … Continue reading A man is as great as his generosity!

Se fossi credente, chiederei a Dio il motivo di tanta inaudita, assurda sofferenza. In certi luoghi capisco che sono solo un puntino di fronte al progetto dell’universo. Mi rendo conto che le prese di posizione, le liti sterili, l’orgoglio, sono tutte cazzate. Prevalgono il senso d’impotenza, l’insensatezza, lo sgomento di fronte a cose più grandi di me. Poi la guardo, o meglio guardo ciò che resta di lei, bianca come le lenzuola, e penso che siamo amiche da sempre e abbiamo condiviso gli anni migliori. Quelli in cui eravamo così giovani che tutto sembrava grande, definitivo e assoluto. Ma ora … Continue reading L’Amore che Resta

The weight of my ancestors’ words is a testament to their enduring legacy. Each syllable, etched into my being, carries the wisdom of generations past. As these words were inscribed upon me, they did more than mark my skin; they infused my very essence with the richness of my heritage. The ink, dark and deep, symbolizes the strength and resilience that flows through my veins. In the mirror, I see not just my reflection but the stories of those who came before me. Their struggles, triumphs, and dreams are woven into the tapestry of my existence. The darkness of my … Continue reading Ancestral Words

In the shadowed alleys where the sun’s rays scarcely reach, time loses its meaning. For the unfortunate soul navigating the grim streets, existence is stripped to its raw, animalistic core. The relentless march of seconds and minutes holds no sway over a man battered by the cruel fists of fate and treachery. In a world where the universe’s indifference weighs heavily upon his shoulders, the concept of time becomes a mere human construct, irrelevant and mocking. The beggar, unshackled from the tyranny of the clock, stands apart from the citizens enslaved by the relentless ticking of their watches. For him, … Continue reading The Timeless Struggle

I am no longer a volcano. I am a seething rage of cool existence; a deep burn, one that ignites the soul. A liberating flurry of flames, destroying all to better begin anew. Two steps ahead of the phoenix, I’ve already planted the seeds to help my inner-world flourish. I am no longer at your mercy, but gently pressing against the walls of my own being. Reappropriation is like laughter: it bounces off walls, and its imperceptible power fills your heart with joy; a glitter bomb exploding in your soul. A Universe unto myself, my expansion is continuous. I’ve set … Continue reading Rediscovering Beauty in Existence

Father, I offer this prayer because You are in my hands just as I am in Yours. You live in my words just as in You I am also a verb. And in my eyes, You are the seed that reveals the color of the fruits, the name of a river that surrenders to the sea, the small child who embraces the mother. Through Your word, I learned to respect the winter, to wait for the spring, and to accept my harvests; I learned to be summer and to fly with the swallows. Bless me as You bless the grain … Continue reading Prayer for the Nature