La magia del cammino di Santiago
I wrote a small story of my experience on El camino de Santiago. I wrote it just because some friends asked to tell them the story, but it was an unexpected success and I decided to publish a small eBook. It’s been downloaded 14.000 times so far.
It’s a beautiful sensation to see words I wrote highlighted on the eBook by the readers and I still enjoy people who send me messages telling me how much the book made them live again the emotions they had walking the Camino
if you're curious and you can read italian you can find it on the main distribution channels
La partita dell'aereo
A long flight give you the time to fantasize and create imaginary worlds or eventually distort real events to make them a little more funny.
Yuri Chechi is an italian gymnast who won many olympic medals. One of them was particularly inspiring for me.
Outside the window
A short story on how hard is to read yourself from inside
energy flows only through a connection
Fading like a flower
Right after the Trump election, I was frustrated, sad and...
Don’t let him do it. Don’t let him subdue you. Xenophobia, racism, and all types of discrimination must stay out of our culture. We’ve already put them in the bad column. History has taught us discrimination of any kind degrades a society’s tissue until it crumbles apart.
Don’t let this man begin a de-evolution process in the American society. Don’t let this man open the cages where we have locked our worst human instincts, because that is what happens when you let a man like him freely set the agenda.
You have to fight back.
You have to firmly stand on your principles when the wind of wickedness stirs up and moves across the land.
He will be flanked by those who are too small to house some humanity. They’ll gain confidence. He’ll pit us against one another like in a war, because war is his way of solving disputes. You will be tempted to drop your ideas and surrender because there are too many opponents to fight.
Don’t. Just don’t. Defend the principles your ancestors fought to give you.
I know this will happen because it has already taken place in my country; when a similar man, whose only friends were banknotes, was put in office. Italy isn’t the same anymore. You can see the ghosts of selfishness flying among us like never before. You cannot feel the warmth of the sense of justice our grandparents had built in the decades before. Lack of motivation and lack of perspectives are depressing the soul of what once was a smiling country. Our smiles are fading like a flower.
Is a novel I’m currently writing about AI and the singularity