Since I saw you the first time

Since I saw you the first time, during those short but long instants when you were learning to tell between water and air I knew I would have changed my belief system. I stopped complaining with G-d about the clear and understandable miracles He used to create for His nation while crossing the Red Sea. While in our times you should be able to remember His hand looking at the perfect syncronization of moon and sun. It’s unfair, I used to complain. How can we go on and proclaim all the world You are there, without having concrete proofs at our hands. Some secret cards to throw on that table game that is life, when everything seems to go against your convictions. Then you arrived.With that reddish color and slow voice. With pain mixed to joy, tears to hope, a new world compared to the existing one. A new creation born from prayers and love. You were there. With a white wrapping which reminded an envelope. On which there could be a stamp. Miracle on its way. And you, my little baby, arrived in my arms. Now, after two months, when you are embraced from your mummy far away from me, your grandma, and I can still smell the trace of your presence in my kitchen. After you left and the signs of the wheels of your carriage are still on the floor of my dining room. Now I find the brightness of ideas to declare to myself and the world that yes, you are the proof that open miracles are still happening every single instant and day. From the height of your infancy, like you were sitting on a throne made of breaths and voice which did not exist a few minutes earlier, you were a great teacher. Thank you my little Baby. I love you with all my heart. Oma

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Please don’t come all together…

Finally it has arrived. It is here with me. Everytime I look at my image in the mirror, it smiles to me. When I go out, it follows me. When I go to sleep, it lies on the pillow.With me. When I meet it, confused feelings arise inside me. Melanchony. It reminds me days are passing even for me. And not only for all the others who were born in 1972. Joy. To have arrived to see it in the same time I have already married my first daughter. Not every 72 people could have this big honor. Hope. To be able to see all my dreams realized before all the friends of my new friend come to join me.

Welcome, my first grey hair:)

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Zanotti at our feet. Giuseppe in our hearts

Art is the power to mold materiality into your spiritual projects

Art is the ability to go on believing in your talents though world does not recognize you

Art is the opportunity to transform a simple piece of leather in a unique piece.

Passion can be expressed through a physical gesture

Passion can be showed with a song from the heart

Passion can be be found in the design of a simple shoe.

Shoes are part of our daily walks.

Shoes are part of our magic moments.

Shoes are part of our life.

When passion and art meet in a piece of leather,

When a very narrow signature appears on the edge of your shoes.

When you want only the best for your daughter’s wedding.

The only choice we had was to come to you. And ask you to dream for her shoes that she will never forget.

And this is what we got.

Thank you Giuseppe for making your passion and art being part of our special day.

She is my mother…believe it or not…

There are people who use special treatments to look younger. who spend money on creams, on pastes, on masks, on make ups. Who retire for several weeks in far and secret  places in order to reappear suddenly with a smoother and teenager looking face. Who spend hours in front of the mirror waiting for a miracle performed by Heaven. There are other people wo don’t have time for special creams and treatments. Who run after their children since the age of 20 without sleeping for 19 years. Who wake up in the morning with the feeling of not having a chance to close the eyes for more than 10 minutes. Who run after their children for years and years tryuìing to concile job and family without letting noticing to one world the existence of the second one. Who go around to shop with their daughters before their wedding and suddenly realize that maybe all the efforts of starting young, when her friends were still enjoying and playing, her adult life, with a family of her own, were worthy. Because most of the sellers of the shops just stop and ask her daughter to come back with her mother and not with her sister. And the daughter, smiling, turns towards her mother and for the hundreth time says: I know you don’t notice it but actually she is not my friend nor my sister. she is my mother..Believe it or not…