Thanks to…

“These books could not have been written without the precious contribution from…” It is not a formula, it's true. I wish to thank those people to whom I showed the texts while they were in the making and that, with their criticism, allowed them to reach the shape they have at the end of the trip.
These are the words that open the thanksgiving in my first novel Neapolis - The Siren's Recall, but here they also have another meaning. The blog become an opportunity yo extend the adventure beyond the printed page, and implied utter implications.
I thank those who who were close to me with their friendship, a feeling that is sacred to me, and I cannot miss to acknowledge their contribution if not by means of a sacrile.
To my friends who contributed in any way, thank you, wholeheartedly. I love thinking that there is a small part of you in these texts. I cannot tell what I picked from whom, but I like seeing myself as a Michelangelo writer that, cack in the '500, roamed the Rome's alleys to absorb the faces he would have later painted.
To those friends I knew and who contributed to whom I am, my deepest thanks. These are not my books, these are the books I could write thanks to whom you allowed me to become.
Last, but not least, to Parthenope, the Siren I deeply fell in love with and who keeps on protecting Neapolis against all odds, she who keeps on singing to those who want to hear her, and who gifted their people with the ability to hear her sweetest recall from any place in the world, like a note of infinite nostalgy and melancholy that we always carry within us, even those ones who, like me, aspire to feel themselves Neapolitans by mere adoption. Thank you for not having ever never stopped lowing your own town.