To see and walk on the snow-covered Mount Etna is a privileged experience. I lived it last week as a brilliant start to a stay in Sicily accompanying a group of ARA subscribers. We toured the island following the trail ofIl Gattopardo and its author, Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa, and we were sated with beauty and art, all still dazzled by the impact of the snow-white snow dotted with black-as-coal volcanic bombs.

Do you cry at movies? I always cry at the final scene of Cine Paradiso, when the protagonist can see for the first time the kiss cuts from films censored by the priests. Ennio Morricone's music plays, those kisses appear on the screen, and I start to cry. I can't and don't want to stop it. Many people are seeing it for the first time. Cine Paradiso It left a deep mark on us. Sicilian Giuseppe Tornatore's delightful cinematic homage is poetry. It's a beautiful, sweet film that moves us so much.

Mount Etna, located on the Italian island of Sicily, erupted this Monday with a powerful explosion that released pyroclastic flows—a hot mixture of gases, ash, and rock fragments—sparking panic among the crowds of tourists walking nearby. The explosion generated an immense column of smoke visible from several locations. For example, from Catania, in southern Sicily, it was perfectly visible, yet the city's airport remained operational.

Early Wednesday morning, Etna's southeastern crater entered a new eruptive phase, with explosions, lava flows, and clouds of gas and ash. According to Italy's National Institute of Geophysics and Volcanology (INGV), lava fountains from what is considered Europe's most active volcano have reached between 200 and 300 meters above the vents at the top of the crater.

Early Wednesday morning, Etna's southeastern crater entered a new eruptive phase with explosions, lava flows, and clouds of gas and ash. The volcano erupted at altitudes of 1,500 feet (5,000 meters), rising to 1,000 feet (2,500 meters) above the vents at the top of the crater.

Although Josep Piera (Beniopa, 1947) considers himself above all a poet, he has left a handful of memorable prose books, among them The green cliff (Destino, 1982) –with which he won the award Josep Pla–, Greek Summer (Destiny, 1985) and This is where it all ends (Ediciones 62, 1993), which the young publishing house Cabo de Brot has just republished in a corrected and expanded version. "The epilogue that Josep has now written has made us cry with emotion," admits Josep Maria Codina, who together with Germán Bartolomé and Judit Pujol has just launched a project that has already presented its first three titles: Birds of clay, of Santiago Rusiñol; The mark of the hook, by Laura G. Ortensi, and This is where it all ends.