Friday, March 27 You don’t hear it growing. There’s no noise.No sign. Nothing that tells youit’s happening. And still… something is changing. Maybe you don’t see it yet. Maybe you don’t feel it yet. But it’s there. Slowly.Quietly. Just li
Wednesday, March 25 Everything in lifearrives at the right time. Not when you force it.Not when you rush it. Sometimes… it’s not about losing it. It’s just not yours yet. Some things can’t be chased. They can only be found. – Fuerpa Slow Journal
Tuesday, March 24 In my Florence,in Piazza Santissima Annunziata,inside Palazzo Budini-Gattai,there was a womanwho stood at her window. Looking out at the square,waiting for the man she loved. He had left for war. And he never came back. Still…she kept waiting. Not for days
Sunday, March 22 Some things are not just made. They are felt. Some things…have their own light. And somehow… they find their wayto the right person. Splendor, by Fuerpa
No matter how far life takes me, no matter how much I grow, or how much I change… there is one place that never moves. It’s not a house. It’s not a city. It’s you. That quiet place where I don’t have to be perfect. Where my mistakes don’t define me. Where I’m still
Hello sea, take these words with you. Hold themthe way you hold the waves,without hurry,without noise. Listen to themthe way only you can. Keep them for a while. And then,when the moment is right, carry them gentlyto the right shore,to the right heart. Some messages travel far.So
Hello. These days I came back hometo visit my family. Today I spent some time with my nephew. At one point I tried to make him laugh,just improvising something silly. And suddenly he looked at meand smiled. A simple smile.But the kind only a child can have. Sincere.Honest.Without
Hello. This afternoon I went out for a walk and noticed these daisies in the grass. So small, so simple… but so beautiful that I stopped. I couldn’t step on them. So I walked around them and took this photo. Standing there I started thinking about life. Maybe we spend too muc
It took time to write this. Not because the words were hard to find, But because the feeling didn’t want to be explained. Some of the most beautiful feelings can’t be described. Not because words are missing, But because words aren’t made for that. Words are for
When we focus only on ourselves, something slowly shifts. Not all at once. Not in a dramatic way. We start by protecting our space. Our time. Our comfort. And without realizing it, we stop seeing what’s around us. Human values don’t disappear suddenly. They fade quiet
