BY VIVIAN COLOMBO Walking along city streets you see lights, dressed up trees, shop windows decorated with baubles and Christmas scenes. You see children give their letters to Father Christmas, parents rushing to buy what their children have asked for. Someone is already thinking about the great Christmas Dinner. Now everything seems ready for the…
Tag: love
BY VIVIAN COLOMBO Welcoming is not just opening the door to one’s home. Welcoming is not a superficial gesture that always expects a return. Welcoming is not satisfying one’s conscience in order to guarantee a reward in Paradise. Welcoming requires love for one’s life and that of the people who we meet, in various circumstances,…
BY VIVIAN COLOMBO Love is freedom’s widest breath. Love is respecting dignity. Love is heeding yourself and heeding the silences of those next to you. Love is opening up the doors to your heart to those who ask for help. Love is moving legs and hands to aid. Love is never sated because every day…
BY SAMUEL COLOMBO What are the expectations today of the men, women, young people, children or the elderly who live in Italy? All hope has vanished, all desire for growth and change has given way to a fear of existing and living, every positive speech has erased the minds of the Italians, every glimmer of…
BY VIVIAN COLOMBO A young Lady was walking on the damp sand and she left her footmark in each her steps. She walked and sometimes she protected her lap, she protected a new life that very soon was ready to germinate. The creature would be flowered and it would taken form of male or a…
BY VIVIAN COLOMBO I walked the streets of the city when suddenly my gaze is resting on a joung mother who was holding in her arms her little baby born a few days. A small infant with arms and legs that looked like the little bones of a skeleton. My eyes rested on this baby…
Page 1 of 1
