05/12/2025
Do you see this woman? She was mocked, insulted, humiliated, and criticized by everyone simply because she was born a WOMAN.
Her name was Grazia, Grazia Deledda. She was a young girl from Sardinia, raised among the mountains of Nuoro, in a land where little girls were taught to sew, not to dream. At nine years old, she had to leave school: education, for a girl, was considered unnecessary. But Grazia didn’t give up. She continued to study on her own, in secret, feeding her mind with books and her soul with words.
As a teenager, when she saw her first story published in a magazine, she felt immense joy. But around her, scandal erupted. Writing? For a woman? What a disgrace! Neighbors whispered, the priest shook his head, even her family looked at her with disapproval. A woman was supposed to take care of the house, not write novels.
But Grazia was made of perseverance. She didn’t let herself be broken. She wrote in secret, when everyone was asleep, turning the silence of the nights into pages full of life.
As an adult, she moved to Rome with a man who believed in her more than anyone else: Palmiro Madesani. It wasn’t a typical love story: Palmiro not only married her, but he was the first to protect her, to support her, to encourage her to pursue her dreams without shame. And when the world laughed at them—a woman writer and a man who supported her—they responded with the silence of those who know where they’re going.
Grazia kept telling stories of strong and fragile women, of lost men, and of lands as harsh as her heart. And one day, after years of effort and silence, the world finally noticed her.
It was 1926. Grazia Deledda, a “little Sardinian woman” with only elementary education, was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature.
As she stepped onto the stage, she wasn’t alone. At her side, hand in hand, was Palmiro, the man who had known how to love her without fear.
Because to truly love means this: to hold on even when everyone tells you to let go.
And to you, Grazia, I want to say thank you. For teaching us that being a woman is not a curse. It is a strength that lights up the world.