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Words that remain

Memories, questions and thoughts from a father to his children.

Salvatore Mosaico

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If the breeze were your caress

A breath of wind can offer an image of comfort to someone living with an absence. A reflection dedicated to Stefania, to the love of forty years of marriage and to the wish to kee…

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Death brought into focus

“Death already existed before my mother died; before, though, I saw it through binoculars, and now I see it through a magnifying glass. And I cannot look away.”

— Marica Pietroni

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The empty place in the world

A line by Haruki Murakami makes me think of Stefania, whom I met when we were students and who died on 30 May 2026: of the absence she left in me and our three children.

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A Place for You, Too

A whole-class invitation, a daughter who stands up to her friends, and a father’s astonished “Really?” A reflection on inclusion: choosing our friends is a freedom, but excluding…

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Healthy Hypocrisy

We do not always feel like being there. Yet a small sacrifice can show someone they matter. A reflection on consideration, making exceptions and parents' role in teaching children…

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When a rule forgets its purpose

An empty square, a forgotten ticket, ten extra minutes and a condominium statement: four different experiences led me to ask the same question. What is the rule really for?

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Do I really love you?

Trust comes first, then a need appears, and finally the request. The danger is not just losing money: it is the carefully prepared moment when saying no becomes difficult.

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I saw Jesus

Outside a supermarket, someone asking for help interrupts the rush and reminds me that we never fully know who stands before us.

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I do not envy you

Fame, wealth and millions of followers are many people’s dream. I wonder what remains of the freedom to live an ordinary day.

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To the three of you

GGE are your initials. Three different letters held together in one name.

I do not wish to hand you a manual. I would rather leave you a presence: words to open whenever you want, without duty and without hurry.

With all my love, Dad

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