Dear Frida, Tia Frida, Beloved Frida… Happy Birthday precious lady, rainbow, passion, muse, peace and war, beauty wisdom, silliness, happy lady, sad lady, our lady. We are sorry. We are sorry because we have tried to belittle your beauty, your art, your grace and then - when it was clear that no one could have … Continue reading For Frida, with LOVE!
(Italiano a seguire ) The retelling of fairy tales and classics tales has been back in fashion now for some years, perhaps even more than it has always been. This trend is, in my opinion, a very interesting and positive one. Fairy tales talk about our societies, culture and habits. However, society is the daughter … Continue reading (Re) tell me a tale….
Ah June, June, June…how do I love you June… June at home, in Italy where I am from, is one of the best months of the year. I don’t say it because is the month I was born in, of course this change a lot 😊, but because June is the month of the birth … Continue reading For June, with love
“Boy, why are you crying?” When I was a little girl I used to love Peter Pan very much. I was in love with Peter Pan because I wanted to be him so deeply. However, my understanding of the novel was very much limited at the time, I knew nothing about the author and about … Continue reading Peter Pan – The story of the girl who wanted to grow up!
I was born and raised not far away from Aeaea, Circe’s home, or at least the place identified as Aeaea in Roman times. I was born and raised close to Circe’s presence in Cape Circaeum, Italy. The story of the enchantress has been part of my upbringing, part of the stories told by mothers to … Continue reading Circe
There is more than one kind of freedom, said Aunt Lydia. Freedom to and freedom from. In the days of anarchy, it was freedom to. Now you are being given freedom from. Don't underrate it. After finishing Margaret Atwood’s novel “The Handmaid's Tale” I thought and discussed a lot about the capacity of the writer … Continue reading Is Margaret Atwood a Sibyl?
For it would seem – her case proved it – that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver. (Scroll down for English) Da molto tempo desideravo leggere un romanzo di Virginia … Continue reading Orlando