TORNARE A RIDERE AL GIORNO

Translation is Life: but what does translation have to do with life? Nothing, some might say. Everything, in reality. We are always translating—from the moment we wake up in the morning until we sink into sleep at night, and perhaps even after, as we cross the liminal and shadowy territory of dreams.
We translate every time we try to make ourselves understood by others, every time we attempt to put our thoughts and emotions into words. We translate when we write and the words on the page seem like pale reflections of our ideas. We translate because we are alive, and we translate also to snatch from death those who have already crossed the border where the souls of those who no longer know the light of day wander. We translate so that those souls may once again laugh in the light of day.