Bongo cat programming python

Bongo Cat learning Python!

In this era of youtubers and various nonsense in the new social trends, I discover, thanks to my daughter, countless low quality and great success content! : D

Among these is the Bongo cat: an animated kitten that does anything with two movements of the paws!

But it’s nice, in its nonsense, reminds us not to take too seriously and in the long run it is even nice!

Seeing a character that with two movements plays unbelievable things is part of an extremely light way of looking at things and  is proper to children and a vision of life that too often we tend to lose.

I made a little video myself with this character: I imagined that he was learning to program by banging his hands on the keyboard at random as usual. It will eventually succeed and even teaches the first step to program in one of the programming languages most requested of the moment! : D

Woods and a tale from Italy

A beautiful piece of wood always brings to mind a beautiful fire, a lit fireplace.

In winter, one of the nicest things to do is warming up in front of a crackling fireplace. Fortunately I often had this opportunity. I have changed many houses but in recent years the fireplace has always been present. We lived a few years in a very large and ancient house. There were no heaters and we warmed up with these two huge fireplaces and a pellet stove. In some moments at home we had a maximum of 13/14 degrees!

Let’s say that at that time we are hardened in the cold! It is from that time spent in that beautiful place surrounded by nature that we took inspiration to write the “Fable of the Trentine lullaby”.

“The little girl was just over three years old when they moved there and she was enthusiastic about all the meetings that only the most pristine nature could offer … Every morning she went to greet the goats and often met fawns, squirrels and hares too”.

Sweet dreams from us!

Favourite books

My daughter Elisa is making room in her bookstore. She says wants put away some books from when she was younger (by now she’s “big”;).

Asked her to choose 3 ones to which she is more affectionate, in short to make the ranking of her favorites!

He replies that there are too many, but in the end he pulled out these three. They are really consumed … as we have leafed through them. Both his father and I had memorized them after many reading of them!

From some of these, I took inspiration from some of the stories I wrote. How many good memories!

And you, do you have a favorite book of your childhood or more than one, to which you are especially fond of ?

Happy February from us!


Venice under the snow must be an extraordinary sight. This little souvenir reminded me of a trip to Venice, a city that I love. I set one of the fables I wrote in the lagoon city. It is called “Fa la nana bambin”. Tell of two young new parents struggling with a sleepless child 😁 Here you can find the related Lullaby i sung.Enjoy!

Avò (By S.Rosano)

This story is about a Sicilian girl named Mariasole.

As a child she was always too lively and never stood still. The mother, to calm her down, gently cradled her and took her to the orange tree near her house… There he sang a lullaby and finally Mariasole fell asleep.

Growing up, Mariasole turned out to be a cheerful and energetic girl. In the orange harvest season, since the parents were busy, she enjoyed running around the estate and always inventing new games.

But the thing she liked the most was climbing trees! There was one in particular that was her favorite, a big chestnut tree near the toolshed. She was able to climb up that tree to the point where the sea could be seen in the distance.

She loved the sea, she liked to splash around in the water and every time her parents managed to take her there, Mariasole was very happy.

Lately, however, it didn’t happen very often.


Her mother was pregnant with her little brother and her belly became bigger every day.

On sundays, his mother preferred to rest and stay calm at home because during the week she got tired all day long to collect oranges.

Mariasole was a bit worried about the arrival of her little brother, but she was also curious. She really couldn’t wait for her little brother to be born! First of all she wanted to have a friend to play with as soon as possible and then  because her mom could pick her up more often as she did before, not having the excuse of the big belly that prevented that!


That day Mariasole wanted to do something different than usual. There was a bright sun and it was terribly hot. As always, mom and dad advised her to play nearby and not get into trouble.

She wanted to take a trip to the beach but her mother couldn’t go because the end of her pregnancy was very close. They told her that as soon as the little brother was born, they would all go together to the sea.


And then they had to work, now the harvest season was almost over… In short, she had to be patient.

“Ugh! What a bore!” thought Mariasole. If there was something she really didn’t like, it was exactly to be patient!


She headed, pouting, toward the big chestnut tree and began to climb.


This time, she thought, I want to get higher so I can see the sea even better.

And so she did. She was very nimble and so she didn’t struggle to get on top of a big branch.

“Wow, that’s great!” From there there was an amazing view and the sea could be seen very well!


Time passed and after a while Mariasole realized that she had to get off… But she didn’t know how! Yes, because it had been quite simple to climb, but get down wasn’t easy at all!


Meanwhile, her mother, not hearing her for a while, was beginning to wonder where she was. She decided to take a break to drink and freshen up a little. She began to call her, but Mariasole did not answer.

Then she called her husband, Rosario, and told him she was going to look for Mariasole.

He told her not to worry: “Relax yourself Magdalene, you know how she is, she can’t stay still but she will be somewhere around here…”


In the meantime Mariasole began to fear to stay there forever… In addition, her legs hurt after a long time in the same position!

Mariasole’s mother began to call her daughter aloud, but the little girl didn’t answer and she even seemed to have disappeared!

Then she came back to call her husband, to help her look for their little girl.

At one point they were talking just under the Great chestnut tree.


Mariasole closed her mouth to avoid being heard. “If they discover me, she thought in panic, there will be troubles for me… they will punish me and I’ll never see again my beloved sea, they will not allow me to go there anymore!

Meanwhile, his parents seemed increasingly apprehensive.

“But where she will be?” Mum said. “Maybe it’s because we told her that we can’t go to the beach today… I realized that she reacted bad… And then, we have neglected her in the last period, don’t you think? Lately we were too busy between our work and the arrival of her little brother… Our little girl is still so young!”


“Yes, maybe you’re right” answered the father… I’m sure she’s hidden somewhere… If she hears us” he said “I want she knows that we love her very much and that she will forever be our first-born loved one!”

“Of course!” mom quickly stated “When she wes born, it was the best day of my life and she will be my joy forever!”


On hearing those words, the child feels reassured. Her parents really cared for her! However, she wouldn’t have lasted much longer up there!


And so in a whisper she called: “Mom, Daddy, I’m up here, I can’t go down…” and burst into tears.


Immediately his father ran to take the ladder in the toolbox and climbed up to help Mariasole to get off.


It wasn’t easy to get her off the tree, but in the end everything went well and Mariasole swooped into the arms of her mother who comforted her and scolded her just a little… she was too happy to see her daughter safe and sound!

After a couple of weeks the long-awaited little brother was born; they called him Matteo and, as their mother and father had promised her, they all finally went to the sea together!

How to manage Santa Claus!

How to explain to children Santa Claus? How to deal with the fact that that fantasy has to turn into something else at some point?
I love Christmas and I will always believe in Santa Claus or whatever form I want to give to that magical night, but at a certain point it can happen that parents have to face a ‘delicate’ passage!
I was quite worried even though it may seem like a minor thing: I consulted friends, psychologists and documentation on the thing and in the end I found my way to explain it to my little girl who believed so much, maybe it can be useful to you too!

Hope you like it!



The true beginning of Christmas (The big secret)

Helène was, like all children, in love with Christmas; she couldn’t wait to wake up that morning and run into the living room to see what Santa had brought for her.

It was the most magical day of the year and the days before were not so different!
Moreover, her mother set up a small treasure hunt for each day of the advent calendar and always made her find a small gift.

She couldn’t wait to make the tree: if it was for her, she would do it the day after Halloween!
One day, however, came a doubt, already among his friends there were many who didn’t believe in Santa, but she was just sure of the existence of that magical gentleman.
So, she asked his dad, and said to him, “Daddy, but if you were the one who put the presents under the tree, would you say it to me?”

His father, among other things, strongly believed in Christmas and in all that represent, despite his age, he had always remained a little child and had never stopped to ‘feel’ that wonderful magic.

The father, however, didn’t know what to answer and tried to mislead the topic: “Err… yes we’ll talk with mum as soon she come back ok?”

As a child, in fact, Helène’s father waited for the arrival of Baby Jesus who brought the gifts and even the Baby Jesus never skipped the appointment!
Gifts were always small and simple, he loved playing with robots and other elementary things compared to today’s world. He had basic demands for that time: but the gifts brought by Baby Jesus were the special ones. Whether it was a small metal robot or a fantastic slot car track with which play all Christmas day.

It was when the child grew up that he desired things more… ‘complex’.
The world was changing and at that moment the first electronic games arrived, the child was fascinated and began to have very specific requests for the poor Baby Jesus who was born 2000 years before!

So, the child’s father, Helene’s grandfather, who also didn’t understand much about all those devilries, made him choose his own gift.

It was a beautiful video game! Where you had to climb a castle avoiding bats and vampires!

He had a very simple graphic, but while he was playing, the child really felt on the walls of that castle in the mists of Transylvania!

Unfortunately, having chosen the game himself and having had to specifically indicate in the shop on Christmas morning, in addition to the game did not receive anything else and that day he felt as if Baby Jesus had never really existed.

At one point he felt a deep sense of sadness. That sadness that arrives on Sunday evening when the party is over and the children the next day must go back to school and adults to their work.

In that moment, however, one thing happened: he felt he had to go out on the balcony, despite the December cold, he looked at the sky and barely saw a star, the rest was clouded.
And the child hoped that at this precise moment the star was Santa Claus or Baby Jesus who came to console him and felt a burst of cold and damp air in his face that made him incredibly tremble of joy!

He didn’t understand what that feeling was, but it was like a magic hand gave him a caress, suddenly everything seemed beautiful even that day which suddenly was became sad and the idea of the school that would start shortly thereafter! Now he was sure of it: something or someone magic existed! And he had come to console him just in the time of need, but of course he couldn’t show himself. Perhaps because it simply belonged to another world.

Thinking back to this magical thing Helene’s father explained to her:
“My love, Santa Claus exists, and it is a magic that enters people and makes them do miraculous things.
Someone calls him Baby Jesus, other Santa Claus and others don’t believe it at all, but that spirit exists and enters people who believe in it, making people become better and parents find gifts impossible to find on that night where everything is possible and wonderful.”

Helenè understood that her father was teaching her something important, something important in every day of the year, not just at Christmas and she was now the keeper of a great secret: if people believe strongly in something, they can become magical themselves and they will always have the magic of Christmas on their side.
A short time later, Helené grew older, she knew she was the keeper of the big secret, and having a little cousin named Julie, one day she asked her: “Do you think Santa exists?” And she answered without any doubt: “Of course yes!” and she stayed awake with her the night of the eve until midnight, whispering at last: “Let’s go to bed, you don’t want to make him find you awake!?!”

While the little girl was getting into bed, Helène gaze through the window of her room once again up to the sky, knowing in her heart that surely, something magical and beautiful would happen that night.

Editions for dreaming