If you’d like to exist

You pagans, I made you out of the clay of ignorance, I have taught you the words to speak, with you I have created the infants, my servants, through you I gave you new commandments and laws If… Continue reading →

Simple, right?

I would take the sky in my palm and I would break the water into pieces, I would smell the sun and I would sleep the grass’s green… But I would touch the… Continue reading →

Behind the bars

The cruel wild beast is not behind the bars of the cage, he stands in front of it. Axel Munthe in The Story of San Michele (1929) *     *