Valerio Albisetti - Il viaggio della Vita

Many mothers and many fathers don’t know how to smile because they don’t know how to analyze themselves. They don’t reduce their narcissism or desire for power. In order to defend this false vision of themselves, they project their interior needs onto those closest to them, usually children. We need to understand that we are not all-powerful and that life is marked by limits. We are not everything, but we do need everything.

At times deception hides behind a smile. Many people use others with a smile. For one’s own interests, to satisfy ghosts, to follow pleasure. At times, a smile hides violence. In love relationships, but most of all with children. There are bad people that soil and destroy the souls of their own kind. The badness lies in human beings; in their relationships. Not in things. For example, a mother that hides deception behind a smile betrays the child and the child will be...

We could say that a mother that doesn’t smile at her child scandalously commits a sin; sin meaning a deformed and distorted vision of self, lacking in respect for both psychological and spiritual reality. A person doesn’t smile because she is deaf, because she doesn’t know how to listen, because she has a hard heart, because she is insensitive. Because she doesn’t believe herself to be in a relationship with another, whereas she remains always and only closed in...

Black spirals tremble pushed by the wind in the cave where the serpent sees below the landscape fade hanging on falling stars. §§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§ Golden stars rise up from my open balcony I see you sitting and stitching underneath the blossoming orange tree while the young man trembles before your green eyes and red lips. Dear readers with these two poems I end my vacation at the cabin in front of the sea where each evening I wrote the poem of the day for...

As the night fades the first rays of sun dance through the silvery blooming star a spider’s web to seize the last shreds of dream that still float in my eyelids half closed.

She walks in chains heart keeping rhythm which moon will welcome her pain? The lights turn off in the air rising spirals of smoke. I see coming closer a far point, only the desert remains.