Dear Robert,
but what you have to be crazy to do what I'm doing? Perhaps the insanity has nothing to do, but if it is madness that we're talking about, then I hope that the world is full of a little more crazy and less teachers. For me, I'm crazy about you to the nth degree, but very much so. Why I'm writing a letter on my blog do not know. Maybe because I know the weight of history will not forgive me for not having you never even devoted two lines, despite having been your contemporary perhaps because the real reason why I started writing in my head does not lie, but lies between the pulse of my heart, maybe because I did not sleep and have to deal in some way my time, or perhaps simply for the fact that for many years, when I come back to re-read the crap put down from time to time, I will not forget that you were an important person in my life. It may seem silly to say it, because I never even shook hands, but my soul is like an open book on which the various characters, from time to time, leave your signature, and yours is one that has been written with indelible ink. No way, not canceled.
Dear Robert, it is difficult to explain what happens when a person enters so powerfully in your life, gives a different reason and carrying a spring in your heart. And I think that a few years ago you were completely indifferent, almost unpleasant, but, after all, the greatest love stories are born when God, or whoever their fate, they decide to turn the spotlight on something that you had under your nose and from that moment on, begin to look with different eyes. I must admit that this time God has exaggerated: the light has struck my sight and, to quote Ungaretti, enlightened me of immense.
I think it's impossible to say what you mean to me and because you are my favorite artist ever. Would explain why every time, after we watched on TV, my eyes swollen with tears ... I do not know why! Trigger such strong emotions in me, that I feel to be living on a chill and be trapped in the mirror of dreams. When I hear your words, I feel this strange and wonderful feeling I had this car when I went to see the Pyramids in Egypt, when I felt a tiny lost in the immensity of such great magnitude! And do not believe that it is an unpleasant feeling of inferiority, by contrast, is one of the highest elevations of the human soul in an attempt to achieve happiness. At that moment, I felt at peace with myself, enchanted, enraptured, lulled by the magic. Like when a Bedouin, having spent several days in the desert without water, he sees a nearby waterfall, or as a castaway, who, after battling the raging sea, he landed on the mainland. Hunger, thirst, anger, grief, anger, jealousy, envy, disappear for a moment to leave the place at auction.
You made me love the Divine Comedy as only my mother had been able to do, you made me understand that they are not crazy to be in love with the poetry and life of triplets, metaphors and similes is wonderful. I love you as our beloved Dante and Virgil had loved as you loved him to Dante. Of artists like you are born once every five centuries!
shooting a comparison that you like very much to make him share the efficiency of magical abilities available to it: "It's like going to the pharmacy: two or three bars and drive away all the viruses."
Dear Robert, you're a raging river I dried the soil and waiting to be watered, you are the universe and I would like a little star to join.
Robert Caro, with your joy you have turned my nightmares in fairy tales, and with your courage, great courage that I read in your eyes as a child, you slammed my slumbering consciousness, you have awakened and have shouted that " the only way to realize their dreams is waking up. " You are a national asset
Roberto. But I say! World! We must take care of yourself, because you are the most representative symbol of modern Italy. Our country has produced the wonders of the universe: in Roman times we have given the world the Colosseum, the Divine Comedy in the Middle Ages, later science, art, pizza, happiness, Falcone and Borsellino. For posterity, the Italy of the twenty-first century will leave you, Roberto Benigni.
made me live sitting on the tip of a star, always waiting for something extraordinary, just like children waiting for the magic of the good magician in the world.
Can you let us make us laugh and cry at the same time, you dress up as a clown to do, in fun, statements that enclose the deeper meaning of life. Show such respect and adoration for such women, who must return to the time of stilnovisti be able to see such a thing. You're not afraid to take sides openly and defend your freedom and your rights.
The thing I probably admire most about you, but, dear Robert, is the light that shines in your eyes every time I hear you say "Italy", a whisper that for many it means nothing, but for us is a dream. Our past, our present and our future. Roberto, one of the reasons which lead me to love beyond measure this country are you! Serena Verrecchia
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