Ogni ruga sui nostri volti è una storia vissuta con coraggio,
orgoglio, sorriso, pianto, amore.
Sono come le parole d’un libro aperto sfogliato dal tempo
davanti agli occhi del mondo.
Alda Merini
𝘼𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙪̀ 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙚̀ 𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙫𝙞𝙖, 𝙪𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙯𝙯𝙖 𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙛𝙤𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙚 𝙡’𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙫𝙖 𝙪𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤. 𝙀𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤. 𝘼𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙤, 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙞 𝙡𝙞 𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙪𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙚 𝙡'𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙤. 𝙏𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞 𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙚 𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙢𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙞 𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙞. 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙖 𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙪𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙞 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙞. 𝙄𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙚 𝙚̀ 𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙋𝙖𝙥𝙖̀ 𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖, 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙚̀ 𝙡𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖. 𝘿𝙤𝙥𝙤 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞, 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙞 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙤 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚́ 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞. 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙡𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙞 𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚. 𝙈𝙖 𝙞𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙞 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙖𝙫𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤. 𝙈𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙤 𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡'𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖, 𝙙𝙚𝙡 𝙘𝙪𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙞, 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞. 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚, 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙘𝙞 𝙛𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞. 𝙀 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡'𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙨𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤. 𝙀𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙙𝙖̀ 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙞 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙞, 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙧𝙖, 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙞 𝙖𝙞 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙙𝙞. 𝙈𝙖 𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙤, 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙖 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙫𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙖 𝙤 𝙪𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙤 𝙤 𝙪𝙣'𝙤𝙧𝙖. 𝙀𝙨𝙨𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙪𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙤. 𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙞 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞, 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙚 𝙡'𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙖. 𝙄𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖, 𝙡'𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙚 𝙫𝙖, 𝙡'𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙞 𝙖𝙫𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙚, 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙡'𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙥𝙤, 𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙞. 𝙈𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙚̀ 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙞, 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙖. 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞 𝙙𝙞 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤. 𝙏𝙞 𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤, 𝙛𝙤𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙤, 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖̀. 𝙊𝙜𝙜𝙞 𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚... 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚́ 𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙞 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙚̀ 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖. 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙖 𝙪𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙨𝙚 𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙪𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝙣𝙤𝙞. 𝘾𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙤, 𝙢𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙖̀ 𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚. 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙚̀ 𝙡𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙖̀ 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙖 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙞 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙤. 𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙤, 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙤 𝙨𝙞 𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙣 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖, 𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙖𝙡𝙗𝙖 𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙤 𝙚̀ 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚̀ 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙞 𝙫𝙤𝙘𝙞 𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤 𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚̀ 𝙙𝙞 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙫𝙪𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙚 𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙚.. 𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙤 𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙞 𝙢𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙞 𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙖 𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙡'𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤 𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙞 𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙘𝙪𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙚 𝙞𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤...
𝙇𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖...𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙤.. 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚
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Solo la luce che uno accende a se stesso, risplende in seguito anche per gli altri.
Only the light that one turns on to oneself shines later on for others as well.-
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Cerchiamo di stare in silenzio, se vogliamo ascoltare i sussurri degli dei.
Mi è sempre piaciuto il deserto. Ci si siede su una duna di sabbia. Non si vede nulla. Non si sente nulla. E tuttavia qualche cosa risplende nel silenzio.
Solo la luce che uno accende a se stesso, risplende in seguito anche per gli altri.
..io adoro il chiaro -scuro...
perchè non ha bisogno di colori per apparire..
è..e lo è sempre...
“Il genio non è riproducibile. L’ispirazione, però, è contagiosa, e multiforme, e anche soltanto vedere, da vicino, la potenza e l’aggressività rese vulnerabili dalla bellezza significa sentirsi ispirati e (in un modo fugace, mortale) riconciliati.”
(David Foster Wallace)
Il genio di Michael non si spiega, si vive.
La musica era la sua vita.
In ogni Paese del mondo esprimeva amore nella lingua del luogo.
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"Il palcoscenico per me è sempre stato la mia casa. Era il posto dove mi sono sempre trovato meglio ed è così anche ora. Quando scendo dal palcoscenico sono molto triste poiché mi tocca affrontare la pressione della popolarità. " MJ.
In the end you will discover that the lightest things are the only ones that the wind was unable to take away, an ancient refrain a caress at the right time leafing through a book of poems the same smell that the wind once had. There are people in our lives who make us happy for the simple case of having crossed our path. Some walk the path alongside us, seeing many moons pass by, others we barely see them between one step and another. We all call them friends and there are many types. Sometimes each leaf on a tree represents one of our friends. The first to be born is our friend Dad and our friend Mom, who show us what life is. Then come the friends Brothers, with whom we share our space so that they can flourish like us. We know the whole family of leaves that we respect and to whom we wish well. But fate introduces us to other friends we didn't know would cross our path. Many of them we call them friends of the soul, of the heart. They are sincere, they are true. They know when we are not well, they know what makes us happy. And sometimes one of these friends of the soul slips into our heart and then we call him in love. He gives light to our eyes, music to our lips, leaps to our feet. But there are also those passing friends, sometimes a vacation or a day or an hour. They put a smile on our face all the time we are with them. We cannot forget the distant friends, those who are in the tips of the branches and who when the wind blows always appear between one leaf and another. Time passes, summer goes by, autumn is approaching and we lose some of our leaves, some are born the summer after, and others remain for many seasons. But what leaves us happy is that the leaves that have fallen continue to live with us, feeding our roots with joy. They are memories of wonderful moments when they crossed our path. I wish you, leaf of my tree, peace, love, luck and prosperity. Today and always ... simply because every person who passes through our life is unique. He always leaves a little of himself and takes a little of us. There will be those who take a lot, but there will be those who leave nothing behind. This is the greatest responsibility of our life and the clear proof that two souls do not meet by chance. listen to the silence silence carries love, hate, resentment, passion, courage silence falls like a stormy ocean, silence rejoices for a wonderful sunrise and a stormy night silence is sacred because silence cries with thousands of voices we must learn it to listen because the world and people are full of empty words .. silence contains millions but when you listen to silence you are at the center of the universe and you can listen to its heart and song ...
Lella ... I dedicate it to you .. with all my sound of silence
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