28.3.20

Call me love again

Good evening, 
it's been a while since I wrote on this blog but today I think it's appropriate to do it. In my mind tonight scattered thoughts, changeable and immutable at the same time. We are now in quarantine each in their own homes from February 29, at least me. With this silent virus, it is more dangerous for me to get out than for many others, but I try in every way to find the strength to face the chaos inside me without letting go too much, even these last 2 days just spent of emotions to manage, not always positive. 

I think there is no better way to describe this period than through a song by Roberto Vecchioni "Call me still love", & nbsp; like "the boat that flew in the sky" Covid19 is causing death and spreading fear among all of us, young and old.
Many people have not been able to say goodbye to their loved ones and I assure you that never as in this moment a loss is really such; you have to find a way to deal with mourning differently than we are used to and often mourning is not the end. When it turns out that a relative of yours has fallen ill with Covid19, even worse if he then dies for this, all the relatives of the deceased are accused and treated as plagued because fear makes bad jokes in all but most of all because 'I believe that respect for others is lacking, it has been completely lost. You are too used to thinking only in a negative way of others, you run, you look at what is worse, but you don't even try a little to understand what brought who we are facing to be as it is ' today. In addition to the pain to be faced there is the addition of bad journalism and the bad way of doing politics, the exploitation of news and the absolute lack of respect for the privacy of those who die but above all of those who live because the spread of news, whether verified or not they are, before the same family members or friends are able to learn about them and process them. But it doesn't surprise me, unfortunately. Vecchioni in his song claims that today to boys and girls who love culture and who try to defend it "are killing thought"; I think it's more than true. Capitalism and the exploitation of the other have led to this, if a person does not read and therefore does not acquire critical thinking, if he remains silent and does not express his opinion, he is more appreciated and understood. It is easier to manage and therefore to manipulate (as if men were to be puppets in the hands of puppeteers) using all the media that exist today and that 99% contain false news. Well most people can't tell the truth or falsehood.

During this time we Italians on the balcony are trying to give us strength by singing together as if we wanted to find that glimmer of happiness that has been taken away from us, we remember the times when "the children were playing and we would have given them the whole world" as long as they return to do it but we are prevented; we try to give voice to those who somehow lost it as "the poet who cannot sing" except at home, "the worker who has lost his job" because many commercial activities are closed and many people have lost their livelihood but in spite of everything they will have to pay taxes to the State, even if postponed for a month or so, and to the owner of the building where their business is located, the rent without earning, in addition of course to the food they need for their livelihood. Finally, "for those who are twenty years old and are dying in a desert as in a pigsty" because human dignity has been taken away from us when politics in recent years has taken resources away from a people ( school, health, public services, ...) leaving us "perhaps" only the freedom of thought because the submission of a people is the only way to ensure that "the coward who hides the heart", "the bastard who is always in the sun "can feel really important and get everything he wants at the expense of the least whose" memory thrown to the wind by the lords of pain ".

As Pope Francis said today "In this world we went forward at full speed, feeling strong and capable in everything. Greedy for profit, we let ourselves be absorbed by things and confused by haste. We did not stop, we did not wake up in the face of planetary wars and injustices [they did not bother us], we did not listen to the cry of the poor [it was not ours] and our sick planet. We continued undaunted, thinking of always remaining healthy in a sick world ", not it is possible and Covid19 has taught us. We must all look the same and try to understand as well, & nbsp; recover something that men today have completely lost empathy. A person who does not respect the social canons they taught us, who behaves differently from what is expected because "the world works like this, the rules are these, ..." is not necessarily a person who has some existential problem to be treated as we often say to those who are different from us. We could pay attention to it and perhaps we could also understand that our judgment is wrong and that maybe there is not only a right way of life but there can be multiple ways of living that we do not understand but are just as right and to be respected.

In conclusion, from all this that is happening we should learn what the true values ​​of life are (each has its own). Today I hear everyone say we must learn to embrace each other, we must be more with the family, slow down. It is true we should and this situation should teach us but I also believe that in reality as soon as the life we ​​have left will return we will forget what we are saying today and we will return to be the same as always (at least most of us) with little respect and often the falsehood that distinguishes us combined with selfishness.

I wish all humanity that is currently experiencing this period of rediscovering "love" praised by Vecchioni the real one, the engine of the world. I also wish you to find "life" again, enjoying small things and appreciating diversity by learning from them and not criticizing them because they are incomprehensible to us. Although they want us to believe otherwise, everyone has the right to live his life as he wishes with respect for the other and without being judged for it. Everyone has the right to his own thought without being avoided for that. Everyone has the right to love and everyone must be respected even more if we cannot understand it in its darkness. It is not repression that makes us grow but the freedom to explore and no one can teach us more than children.

Goodnight Mary

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13.3.20

Silence is often the answer

Hello to all,
all over Italy as you know by now we are all stuck at home for the Covid19 emergency. This ensures that many people get nervous because they see their lives getting stuck, their work stopped and they are unable to unload what they accumulate. Well, the result of all this was a verbal attack on me today without me doing absolutely nothing. I was even told that I am unable to hold a conversation in a civilized way.

Well even if I am the last to be able to do it, I give you all an advice, when someone behaves in this way towards you, it is not unwise to get up and go away. When you are aware that whoever is in front of you does not understand what is said to him rather than arguing with that person who will misunderstand and look beyond because he always thinks he is on the side of reason without ever trying to really understand someone, as if the ears were serving as an ornament to your head, get up and go away.

It does not mean giving up on the accusations and falsehoods that this person says without fighting but being more intelligent for understanding what kind of person he is. It is not always worth fighting, if someone treats you badly it is not always up to you to explain to him what he did wrong; often he has to understand it for himself because if you don't listen, no explanation can make sense.

Good night to all

11.3.20

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!

(Kipling Rudyard)

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