Friday, April 3 You were never like them. You tried to fit in.To think the same.To move the same. But something always felt off. Not wrong. Just… different. Like you were meantfor another rhythm. Another way. And maybe that’s the point. Not to become like everyone else. But t
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
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. Splendore, by Fuerpa
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
Ciao. 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
