Christmas greetings from the president of the Foundation
Dearest and dearest, Thus the poet..." Silence is Christmas! Uncapitalized. In the caresses of a silent crib runs the stand of books that do not speak, of voices that do not write of alphabets that do not speak, of tools that do not serve, of instruments that do not play......" (P. Berdondini) But is it silence or is it stifled voice, annihilated by the roars of horizons frequented by ordnance that plummet on a humanity guilty only of being such? Let us try, then, to cross the border of silence so that instead the books may speak again, the voices may rise, the alphabets may line up again, the tools may be seen in their place on the shelves of artisans and the instruments finally.... beginning to play again. Merry Christmas! Yes! It is still a Merry Christmas with capital letters! Precisely because it is frontier-shelter from the spread of wars; in Ukraine, in Gaza, in Lebanon and Syria and wherever they are not called war but violence, oppression, segregation,...