People who knew me when I was young — and even later, inside my evolving, creative, social, professional, identity‑shifting self — would not have bet a single dollar on the survival of my marriage. The optimists, the real dreamers, gave me three years. Maximum. Today I thank them. They were close. The number three was…

Roberto calls me at lunchtime. “At 4 p.m.,” he says, “we’re meeting a group of girls who love basketball.” I don’t play basketball. I play rugby. So I decide I’ll improvise. We arrive four minutes early. They’re already there. And of course… there are four of them. I do what I’ve always done best: tell…

I was never built for formats. Not at birth, not at 62. My thoughts have always marched in a straight line toward action, and whatever words were left behind survived only as echoes — a tone, a gesture, a silence that said more than the sentence. And maybe it started when I watched the couples…

Dear Ferdinando, I want to share something with you — not as a woman speaking to a man, but as a human being who has lived, loved, and learned. Illusions and Deceptions touched me deeply, because it speaks to truths that belong to all of us. Love is a complicated journey. We grow up believing…

The moment I woke up, my daughter pushed me into motion. The sea was calling, the sun was ready, and apparently I wasn’t moving fast enough. Fair enough. Adventure doesn’t wait. We picked up our guest on the way — standing on the roadside like someone who had already decided the day would be good.…

I was sitting comfortably on a hotel sofa on a spring afternoon, coffee finished, waiting for a few colleagues to arrive. That’s when I saw her walk in. She was wearing a light floral dress that seemed perfectly designed for the weather, carrying herself with the kind of effortless elegance that immediately changes the temperature…

“Some doors open only when you stop knocking.” I had just finished school — the first year of middle school, eleven years old — promoted with mostly 6s, then a 7 in religion, an 8 in conduct, and a 9 in physical education, when on the day of the final evaluations my classmate Federica invited…

I COULD EVER WEAR What tattoo would I want, and where would I put it? A question that already contains its own answer. My web‑psychiatrist outdid himself this morning. Starting from the assumption that a sixty-one‑year‑old man could even entertain the idea of getting a tattoo is already ambitious. In my culture, in my formation,…

THE DAY I asked myself what the fuck I was supposed to write in this story.A title used by everyone, like a woman in a brothel: you respect her, you pay her, you live her… but in the end, you use her.The word has its own meaning.Moments have their own emotions.The voice has the sound…

MARCH 8, 2026 A universal tribute to the feminine force that makes every creation possible.Across nations and voices worldwide, my words celebrate you: readers, muses, detonators of authentic stories. Scroll to discover the manifesto. ENGLISH Without You Without you I would not have been born.Without you I would not have lived.Without you I would not…