Thursday, April 9 There’s nothing to reach here. No finish line.No direction to follow. And still… this feels right. Like being hereis already enough. No noise.No rush. Just spaceto breathe. Maybe freedomis not a place. Maybe it’s this. — Fuerpa Slow Journal
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.Not
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
This little house looks like it was made for children. Small walls. Bright colors. A tiny door. And yet— to a child, nothing feels small. It feels big. It feels endless. It feels like the whole world can live inside it. I grew up in a small house too. Old walls. Simple rooms. W
“Hi mom.”“Hi dad.” “Yes, everything is fine.”“Yes, work is good.”“No, don’t worry.” The calls are always short. Five minutes.Ten at most. Life sounds simple on the phone. You hang upand everything feels normal. Until one dayyou see them again. A little more
Some steps are quiet. Not because there is nothing inside, but because not everything needs to be spoken. We carry thoughts, memories, questions, things that shape us without making noise. Not every journey is loud. Not every strength is visible. And sometimes the deepest parts o
There are days on the calendar that remind us to celebrate love.They are beautiful, meaningful, and sometimes necessary.But love itself does not belong to a date. Love is not an appointment.Love is a state of being. As Roberto Benigni once expressed, love is not something that ex
Sometimes it’s just a smile. Nothing special. Nothing meant. Someone passes by, looks at you, and smiles. And the day shifts. You feel lighter. More awake. More alive. Not because something changed outside, but because something moved inside. Energy travels like that. Without e
