Art is eternal; journalism, ephemeral. Art, if it flies high, elevates people, exalts them, enriches them; Political news plunges her into unease, anguish and pessimism.
It is never winter on the island where I have lived for thirty years. Strictly speaking, it is never cold. It cools a little in the supposed, theoretical winter, but it’s not really cold. There are only two seasons on the blessed island that gave me shelter: one, the…
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