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Poetry leads to a better world and also to paradise

  Why is poetry important in a man's life, as it is the fear of God? If the fear of God holds back and fortifies humility, in the sense that it prevents us from violating the sacred that human beings should carry with themselves (they should indeed - but in reality, barely a minority carry it, but let's take it for granted that they carry it), poetry is instead what arouses emotion linked to an insight coming from an image that suddenly appears to us and touches the depths of our souls. It wedges itself into our souls and emotions explode. Poetry operates within a dynamic and non-static time, dynamic as children experience it but static as adults endure it. For this reason poetry marvels and surprises. Only in a dynamic vision of existence, such as that of a child, human beings can be surprised, and they remain instead impassive withered and dry in the static existence of adults because they mostly live a time of habits, of routine. Poetry in this sense makes us children and as...

Writing, a beautiful obsession

"I do not represent anything. I am the representation. But everything is mixed. Life, characters ... then is everything false? No! It's all true. Especially the characters. Acting for me is to live more. To add. Idealize, transfigure. Add emotion to emotions, passion to passions. Where the performance ends, my reality ends "(Monica Vitti). I couldn’t better express, what does it mean to me writin g , in a better way than using Monica Vitti’s words, when she expressed in the above stated propositions what did it meant for her to act . Writing, for me as well, is living more. It is first of all, above all and essentially, "to live more" in the very moment I write. I could not divert myself from Monica Vitti’s definition. Honestly, I did not appreciate and I even truly underestimated the culture of the Fifties, Sixties and Seventies in Italy, I had no idea how pregnant were those years. Perhaps, because I now live far from Italy, I began to look at I...