was April 22, 2006.
That night, my first grandchild was born.
That night the world he gave his welcome to Alexis.
I remember like it was yesterday. Just out of the cinema ("The Wedding", NDA), is the message of my sister. Waiting for the miracle that had been accomplished.
That night I made a promise to the little creature. My first book (for children) would be his. To him I would Dedicated.
Oggi quella promessa.
The train (OQO editor) è in library. Akkad was tutto questo anche in Spagna. E non nel mio paese. Non in Italia.
"For Alessio, one of the brightest stars in my sky" |
What I can tell you that people want die, they leave us and go? What I can tell you that love and joy are part of life as pain and sorrow? (...) What I can tell you all this, my child?
Then I'll tell you a story.
In The train, the little protagonist must face the terrible loss of his mother. The father uses a story to help understand an event as painful as natural. ______
Ora i ringraziamenti.
(L'ordine è purely coincidental!)
Ringrazio Amalia. E 'lei che il suo me has raccontato dolore. E 'che ho scritto per lei la lettera che, dopo anni, si è in questa storia Trasformate.
Ringrazio Chiara, il suo cuore che ha "ascoltato" davvero my story and its hands that have created such beautiful and delicate pictures. Without his precious stones, this crown would have been much poorer and ordinary.
thank Marisa, Belén and the whole team of OQO for believing in my story, to have it treated with such dedication and passion. For allowing this book to see the light.
thank Simon for his friendship. And 'even on his (and give to Caesar what belongs to-Simone-Simone Caesar!)
thank you. Our streets are divided, but if I started writing when I started to draw and also thanks to you.
thank all those who - consciously or unconsciously - Gave me something: a thought, an emotion, a suggestion. It 's the magic of writing. Nothing is created nor destroyed, but everything changes.
It 's a book. Paper, ink and colors. But it is also a part of me (and Claire, of course!). It 's something alive, that will enrich the emotions, thoughts, laughter and tears that will be born in the hearts and minds of all who meet him.
Now it is not (only) my. Now begins his adventure in the world. Last night I heard her silvery laugh.
I was waving.
was leaving for his trip.
I wish you luck, little boy.