Between 2007 and 2013, with an irregular cadence, an unclassifiable magazine was published in Italy titled, like Leopardi, "Il primo Amore." It was so unclassifiable and antiquated that few, according to the custom of those years - including angry lament over what existed, repetition and cynicism more than the exploration of unknown terrain and the intimate and insurrectional push - were able to understand its disturbing and urgent. The writings that make up this book, with some adjustments before publication, are my editorials that have appeared in that magazine. Read all together, one after the other, they reveal a visceral and pressing need to break and cross the board with respect to the ways of conceiving oneself, life and the world that imprison and dominate us in this era. There is a lot of darkness around us and sometimes it seems that we live in a country and a world of the dead. Let those who can and want to at least keep a light on. From there we will see what happens. (Antonio Moresco)