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
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
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
We expose ourselves everywhere now. Not only when it’s about desire, But when it’s about everything. Videos. Music. Work. Daily routines. Simple moments. A recipe needs a body. A song needs skin. A joke needs a gesture. A normal moment needs to be “attractive.&#
When we were younger, we believed without shame. In fairytales. In eternal love. In something that lasts. Not because we were naïve, but because we hadn’t learned how to protect ourselves yet. Growing up taught us to be careful. Not to promise too much. Not to expect too m
Sometimes we underestimate simple things. A compliment. A thank you. A moment of appreciation. They seem small. Almost insignificant. But they’re not. Because being noticed matters. Not being admired. Not being celebrated. Just being seen. A compliment doesn’t inflate
We love sharing beautiful things. Perfect images.Perfect moments.Clean details. But rarely the whole picture. We choose fragments,not the horizon.Focus,without direction. Everything fits inside a phone screen.A small circle where life looks controlled, ordered, complete. And behi
When I was a kid, I existed. I did not have much but I was happy without knowing why. I didn’t think about time. I didn’t try to understand life. I was just inside it. But even back then, I used to ask myself something strange. If I wasn’t here, Who would be in
In a world that moves fast, some things still ask for time. Hands. Care. Presence. Fuerpa was born from that idea. Not to follow trends, But to create something that feels grounded. Something that holds meaning, not noise. Things made by hand carry a different energy. They are no
