“Well, to continue being alive is also an art. I suppose it's the most sublime art of all.” (Life, and nothing more - Abbas Kiarostami)

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  • Family Diary

    Family Diary

    Inforcai la bicicletta per raggiungerti. Era già sera e le strade erano buie ed affollate, ma l’aria era ancora tiepida e il vento che mi batteva sul volto mi rallegrava. È l’ultima ora di contentezza che ricordo, non troverò mai più la felice disposizione di spirito che allietò quella sera. Ci si può assuefare alle persecuzioni, alle fucilazioni, alle stragi; l’uomo è come un albero e in ogni suo inverno levita la primavera che reca nuove foglie e nuovo vigore.…

  • The Goldfinch

    The Goldfinch


    This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

    It completely lacks of what makes the book (i’m not the “I enjoyed the book more” kind of person but still) the masterpiece whose mere existence continues to thrill me over the years. I was suspicious when I heard about the movie before they even started to cast actors. However it moved me somehow, maybe because I was able to remember every exact paragraph of The Goldfinch and to look back at the young myself reading it and feeling overwhelmed.…

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  • Larisa



    “Every day, every second prompts us to a practical necessity to make a compromise to maneuver, keep silent sometimes, make a concession, in the hope of making up for it later. It seems to be what’s called life flexibility. It demands, it forces us. It’s not only us who do it, actually. But it turns out that if we think we can be cunning just for 5 seconds but make up for it later, in art, it brings punishment, a…

  • Mirrors of Bergman

    Mirrors of Bergman

    Mirror; Sylvia Plath
    “I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
    Whatever I see I swallow immediately
    Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
    I am not cruel, only truthful,
    The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
    Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
    It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
    I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
    Faces and darkness separate us over and…