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
“What’s your name?” “Erjon.” A pause.A confused look. “Elio,” he says.It’s easierin a countrywhere his real namesounds strange. He arrived there when he was young. A new language.A new way of speaking.A new way of living. And new eyeslooking at himas someone who d
I decided to write my wishes. My dreams. My thoughts. My favorite words. The sentences that belong to me. I decided to share them. To say them. To keep them clear and transparent. To give them… and to receive. Because maybe a piece of me is also a piece of you. Not to show them
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
Smiling matters. More than we think. Life already gives us enough reasons to be serious. Enough rules. Enough expectations. Enough things to carry. He’s usually serious. Quiet. Composed. One of those people who keeps everything inside. But when we’re together, something chang
