I loved these texts by Luigi Paraboschi, like life notes transposed into poetry, where experience is rendered with an audacious vigour, sometimes visionary, but always anchored in the need to be truthful, even in recording emotions, without omitting anything of the joys, sorrows, hopes and fears that belong to an age that advances and comes ever closer to that moment whose certainty for many is a source of disconcertment (Cristina Bove).