The Blank Page

Life is marvelous.

The sun rises and shines every day.

The light illuminates the objects that surround us but overall illuminates the people we meet.

Constantly, at times faint and fast, the wind transports the pollen, the perfumes, the smells of life. It shakes the treetops that dance for the pleasure of our eyes. It plays with sparrows and with the sounds it emits going through the windows; the lawns support the dances and can cheer for days at a time. Just like a little fireplace that, through its warmth, sounds and colors, takes us far away on the wings of imagination, sliding down the rainbow of the world, at the research of the lost gold like a great Pirate.

This life made us a gift: a modest blank page a day. The mother of all mothers brings to our presence every day this page and asks us to write it.

What will you write on it?

Only what you could tell. Because if you didn’t live it and didn’t imprint it in the page of life, you won’t be able to tell it to anyone: not to the rose, nor to the stream, not to the son and nor to the bride.

Mother Nature doesn’t ask anything back for this gift, she requires only a condition: it has to be written down the day you lived it. You can’t write tomorrow what you should have, but haven’t lived yesterday.

Every non-written page reflects a day you haven’t lived. Without joy, tears, fears, difficulties, hopes, dreams, the warmth of an embrace, a passionate kiss, the hand given to a friend, the cold snow on the hands, the inquisitive look of a child, the tears of an emotion.

If you remember you haven’t written it, then it’s lost.

The blank pages don’t disappear, they stay in plain view forever, for us to remember that we have missed an occasion. The only one that can’t be repeated again. Punctually we don’t see them again.

On them, there are anchored range, envy, house and cell phones, tablets, business appointments, business dinners, sloth. It wins overall the observation of the world through the digital that isn’t any more a window on the illusion of being and appearing, but a terrace full of hypocrisy.



One day the Mother of pureness will give way to the Lord with the sickle

Then. We will implore:

“Please, Hades, give me one more minute…”

“You had a lot of time. What can change now one more minute ? Why didn’t you live could and should? You had a great gift of light, freedom, love, passion and suffering. So many still haven’t enjoied it and maybe the time when they will do it, is far away.”


Whit whom have you shared… your time??? Who had this Precious Gift?


Wolf Donato

“Time is our most precious good and one of the few non-acquirable resources. Everyone is free to spend it as he sees fit, aware of the fact that it’s a inevitably limited treasure”

Roberto Re

Jesus: the first modern coach in the history of mankind

The figure of the coach seems to have become a trend, but where does it arise from? What are the parallelisms with the Socratic method? And again: is there any connection between Socrates and Jesus? Did the last one really exist?

I think

I feel that our soul is something so marvelously complex.
Beware of the attempt to understand it, it can be a complex and exciting voyage already on its own. Love and hate, black and white that coexist in the entity of the man.

The thought from the road

A reflection on the nature of evil

The Blank Page

We have changed the paper sheet with the digital one. Ready to be turned off in a moment and get lost forever.

On the monopoly of emotions and the chains of will

We are at war. An invisible war for the control of our emotions. Our authentic personality is unconsciously chained every day by our selves. The first defence weapon is conscience. Here it is, enclosed in a synthetic Italian research, everything you need to know on how to avoid staying machines before it’s too late.

Untitled poetry for unrequited love

Love sometimes tears the title even to a poem. And it remains there, inert, hoping to be brought back to life by an unknown reader. Discover the emotion and resurrect the lost love.

Are Chinese all the same?

But do “Chinese” all really look the same? Is there any scientific study at the base of this stereotype?
Which social phenomena can be at the base of the homogenization of beauty standards? Let’s discover it together!

The day in which the man contradicted himself

Our perception is based on duality: something is or isn’t. Aristotle named this logical principle “principle of non-contradiction” and we humans have put it as the foundation for our building of knowledge. We shiver, then, because the duality, as we logically conceive it, has come to its extinction. A short juvenile essay written for a contest of the Scuola Normale Superiore of Pisa that gives a sparkle of light on a scientific theory on the concept of “soul”.

Burning Flame

As a child, you are so carefree that you are able to express yourself in such a free and authentic way as never again. Here is a drawing of my childhood that retraces the memories of the past by illustrating the flame that shines inside each of us!

On déjà-vu and the prescience phenomenon

Recent researches have brought to light that 60% of the world’s population has had a déjà-vu at least once in their lives. But what lies behind this strange phenomenon? For the first time in Italy, here it is a complete and exhaustive research about it. Will you be ready to face this path to the “Truth”?

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