Tell me that you too are part of those who love and await Christmas with the same enthusiasm as children!

I admit that every Christmas the spirit is put to the test more and more harshly, but magic always finds a way to fulfill itself and give the spell, albeit in different forms.

I also like to live the wait, to think about when I will remove the decorations from the historical boxes that keep them, to free them and the most suggestive atmosphere of the year ever.

Do you make preparations in advance?
Today there are 100 days to Christmas that seem a lot but they are few and I found myself dreaming to think back to the best moments.

What does Christmas represent for you?
The tree, the lights, the gifts …
What kind of gifts do you prefer?

Obviously, for those who love reading, long moments in the bookshop between classics and novelties are on the horizon, immersed in the indecision between inviting covers and important advice.

For example, I always have lists of back issues and long annotations such as The Count of Monte Cristo.
But maybe you are among those who have already framed everything very clearly.

In any case will you allow me an additional idea?
It is a real “signal” mine: SegnaLì 

They are not just bookmarks.
They are not just notebooks.
They are the result of a thought dedicated to reading, they are the fruit of the love for books expressed in gestures taken care of down to the smallest detail by artisan hands that take care of the realization with carefully selected materials, and who carry out every single gesture with passion up to customized packaging, as a last courtesy before the delivery step.

I had a particularly special gift: Mariposas.
And from now on I will no longer be able to think of a butterfly without associating the thought with the creator and without trying to imagine Campidanoshire as Gabriella likes to define her land.

But did I already mention that there are 100 days to Christmas !?



New rules for the Oscar: news that occupies many titles and newspapers.

I think it is useless to explain further, it is now known to anyone that starting from 2024 in order to aspire to the victory of the prestigious award of the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Science, the cast, as well as the production staff, will have to INCLUDE people belonging to certain “categories”.

Wanting to stay on an ironic tone, one would wonder if Academy President Rubin’s past as casting director could have influenced, but the smile immediately fades and I don’t know about you, but I feel more on the wavelength of Kirstie Alley who called this “Orwellian” decision.

Personally, this concept of categories does not belong to me starting from the infamous “pink quotas”.

For me, inclusion does not have to take place by regulation, and in any case there is a distinction between deserving a certain position or obtaining it by decree, which is even more discriminating in my opinion.

It is the common thought that must evolve, the very concept of diversity not as extraneousness but as an added value, as freedom.

Understanding in the sense of containing in oneself, embracing, enclosing, receiving spiritually, rather than including in a number, in a series, in a list.

Inserting as a clause the presence of people defining them as BELONGING TO A CATEGORY is not itself a discrimination?

When you define a person according to their origins, according to their nature or according to their orientation, does it not create a subdivision that shouldn’t exist instead?

Shouldn’t we all be thinking of someone just SUITABLE FOR THE ROLE OR DUTY, and nothing more?

I would not like to be a pink share, better yellow like light, or something green, like hope.




In all my boundless ignorance, I did not know the Dadaist Baroness until BurnazziFeltrinaArchitetti told me about her regarding what I had written on Chester Bennington‘s tattooed ring, pointing out that her wedding ring instead was a bolt picked up from the road.

Art “to wear”, body art to the point of making the concept of transformation three-dimensional which is also realized in the continuous and constant evolution of Elsa Hildegard Plotz, then Elsa Endell and finally Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven.

Impossible to conceive of seeing her with a trivial mug. She distorts the use of the most common objects, adorning them.

Therefore spoons enrich a headdress as much as a bird cage the neck. Trying to describe her, I would like to bypass the famous phrase that recurs in the various references concerning her, pronounced by the one who appropriated the idea for the Fountain work.

I would rather quote the words of Djuna Barnes, according to Michelle Feda‘s analysis

in the Village. One may encounter many things, many people. One may even meet the Baroness leap lightly from one of those new white taxis with seventy black and purple anklets clanking bout her secular feet, a foreign postage stamp— cancelled—perched upon her cheek; a wing of purple and gold caught roguishly up with strands from a cable once used to moor importations from far Cathay; red trousers—and catch the subtle, dusty perfume blown back from her—an ancient human notebook on which has been written all the follies of a past generation.

Words that well illustrate corporality.
Words that offer all-round aspects: colors, sounds, scents.
The follies of a past generation” in open contrast with the present of an artist who is already a future, even for Dadaism.

But as often happens for such controversial and unconventional characters, life is a rollercoaster ride even steeper than usual, both for the climb that touches the golden world, and for the sudden descent that sees difficult moments. inexorably chase each other.

The village is where the friendship between Elsa and Djuna was born: Greenwich Village. A friendship that never ends even in the face of adversities that cancel the rise: it is Djuna who helps Elsa in various ways until her death in Paris, “her last joke”.

But their intense exchange of letters remains.



A cappuccino please.”
What she said.”

laughing off course I start from coffee, and off course you have already guessed where this conversation takes place and between whom.
We could almost call it a “keep calm” situation even if the calm does not last long …

About Luchino Caffe I love the checkered floor, but being able to find myself at that red table instead of coffee or cappuccino I would like a polyjuice!

“Has anyone seen a toad?”
Hermione won us over immediately: her hair, her way of moving her head to underline even more her wit, her “knowing everything” fully deserved.

Surely Emma Watson has been good at interpretation, as much as in not remaining tied to the character, accompanying her personal and professional growth with a completely unique path.

An emblematic coffee is the one completely different in Bling Ring. An opposite characterization, in which a certain inclination for the world of fashion emerges, which is the reason why I’m talking about her.

First, however, I would like to underline how hers is a completely personal style, which goes through very specific choices and relevant initiatives, among which the speech to the UN as women’s ambassador in favor of the HeForShe campaign for UNwoman in defense of the gender equality.

Yet she always remains simply magical, and becomes a book fairy by leaving copies of the book “Mom & Me & Mom” in the London Underground for booksharing Books On the Underground.

Or organizing a reading group, a sort of book club with which it promotes female sharing.
And even though she entered the Guinness Book of Records at only 19 years of age to be the actress of the decade that achieved the highest takings, she maintains a precise line also in terms of fashion: passionate about looks and trends, but only strictly eco-friendly.
You can follow her here.

So fashion, but ethical fashion, far from the sacked wardrobes in Sofia Coppola’s movie!

A very precise “platform”, a concrete “platform”, a unique journey whose last stop is


Emma Watson has joined the board of directors.

“You really are the brightest witch of your age!”



How not to worship Miranda Priestly?
Meryl Streep is a great actress and her works are undoubtedly one more successful than the other, but, in The Devil Wears Prada in particular, she has been able to give a own life to her interpretation.
So, Miranda Priestly is not only the character embodied by Meryl, and it is not even a version of Anna Wintour, no: Miranda Priestly is an icon in all respects.
With an unreachable style, she captured each of us from the exact moment the elevator doors opened.
Miranda is demanding, edgy, tough, with a subtle ironic vein that subtly manages to have a bursting effect, and her sentences have become an integral part of common language.
Perennially committed to consolidating her role in an exclusive and ruthless environment, totally careless of others, she demands the maximum from her collaborators, and does not grant any kind of indulgence.
Is she bad?
I would like to dwell on the concept of wickedness, and I also refer in some way to Philip Zimbardo’s reflection on the Lucifer Effecbringing it back to a less extreme context, and using this quote which in a certain sense schematizes:
“Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose for a night the continuance of anger is hatred, the continuance of hatred turns malice.”
Francis Quarles

Unfortunately, all of us daily deal with small amounts of anger that explodes in the people we interact with, but also in ourselves.
How often do you find that anger has accumulated beyond the level, or, to use the example of the quote, is the continuance?
Bullying, hysterical outbursts, sterile arrows on the poison, craving for punishments, completely free reproaches, verbally vomited resentment, and so on, even in the bad, are manifestations of human sides anyway, what percentage of understanding would you like to attribute?
Difficult to say, especially when you are a victim …
On end of school days like these, it is easy to consider how some profiles fit well with the memories of someone among the teachers.
In your experience, can you remind some cases in which the badness you have undergone has turned into any minimum aspect of teaching?
Going back to Miranda, for example, as iconic as she is, it is not her who teaches us, at least not as much as Andrea Sacks: “her biggest disappointment”.




“They pass the years hoping that when my time comes there will no longer be anyone who will continue to insist on asking for truth and justice …”
These are the words, as hard as absolutely lawful, by Luciana Riccardi, spoken in an interview in March 2017 on the occasion of the twenty-third anniversary of the death of her daughter: Ilaria Alpi.
Just over a year later, in June 2018, the hour that Mrs. Luciana was waiting for has arrived, but her voice continues to speak.
Speak through all those who still believe in justice, and speak through all those who recognize admiration and respect for her:
In the meantime, the words her sister Annamaria Riccardi wrote in a letter before the archiving hearing ended in October 2019 were heard: the magistrate granted another six months of investigations to try to get to the truth. This 180-day deadline expired in April but for now it remains frozen like everything else.
In reality, the truth has been blocked for much longer, a very long time.
Who helped Jelle do what he did?
Who paid for it?
Why did they do it?
These are the three questions that Mrs. Luciana left us in her interview with Chiara Cazzaniga for Chi l’ha visto.
Chiara Cazzaniga in particular, has a fundamental role in the investigation: with unstoppable stubbornness convinces Ali Rage Amhed, known as Jelle, to come to Italy to testify for the innocence of Hashi Omar Hassan, in prison with a 26-year sentence. Federica Sciarelli, having a series of doubts about his testimony, instructs her to try to track him down.
In fact, Chiara finds him in Birmingham where he lives, where he has a family, and where he drives the buses, despite being officially unavailable for the power of attorney.
But who exactly are Jelle and Hashi?
Both Somalis, are united by the desire to escape from Somalia, and by the fact that on March 20, 1994 neither of them is on the place where Rai Tg3 correspondents Ilaria Alpi and Miran Hrovatin are murdered.
Yet in January 1998 Hashi, in Rome to testify against alleged violence by the Italian military in Somalia, was arrested for competition in the double murder, accused by Jelle.
Jelle alleges, as a justification for his lie, he did it in order to be able to expatriate: he is in fact granted a pass and a job with a mechanic who repairs the cars of the Ministry of the Interior. And he will declare to have escaped after being deposed at Digos, just trusting that it would not have been possible to convict Hashi in court if he had not presented himself: “look I did not do so much for the money … I took very few, because in any case I didn’t finish the job … but I had achieved my goal which was to go away from Somalia … and I didn’t think that if I had not presented to trial, an innocent would have ended up in prison, and above all I thought someone would have verified what I told “.
This is what would be expected from justice.
In fact, however, things went differently.
Three million euros are the amount recognized as compensation for the 17 years spent in prison by an innocent man, one would wonder if this is the price of a sidetrack.
No, unfortunately the price is much higher, the events are much more intricate and crammed with inconsistencies for which Giorgio and Luciana Alpi continued to demand explanations, invoking a truth that has not yet arrived.
A truth that was written on Ilaria’s notebook, disappeared, a truth probably buried under the Garoe-Bosaso road, a toxic truth.


Justice, non-violence, human rights, these issues of investigative news reports taken into consideration for the award of the Ilaria Alpi prize.
Authoritative guests at the 2007 edition: Zoe Eroshok journalist from Novaja Gazeta and Ilya Politkovsky son of the Russian journalist murdered in Moscow, Anna Politkovskaya to whom the event was dedicated.
Different stories but with a common denominator:
“The duty of [the] journalist [is] to write what this journalist sees in the reality. It’s only one duty.“

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