This is wonderland
The sun hits my skin on this scorching day that feels more like summer than winter. A gentle breeze moves my palm tree, its leaves reflecting golden light. I close my eyes and let the air caress me. Meanwhile, the scent of jasmine comes to mind home, bottled in a perfume. To my right, on…
Bittersweet dreams
As a lifelong dreamer, I believed this time of recovery would be a chance to dive into a thousand things. But instead, I found myself forced to do what one is supposed to do during convalescence: rest. This has been deeply unsettling for me, because I need to be doing something. Yet, looking back through…
Why I always need to know?
The constant pursuit of perfection, of the glossy illusion that surrounds us and that is cleverly sold to us as reality wears us down. The endless comparison with the lives of others consumes us. Asking ourselves, “Why always me?” and envying something that is only seemingly perfect. I could sum up my life by saying…
Who do you remember to smile?
Still in bed. Yes, I’m restless. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I was hoping it wouldn’t be just… rest. Rest, rest, and more rest. Apparently, my body has a lot to recover but maybe my mind even more. I look around. My home is tidy, quiet. Extremely quiet. It’s incredible how silent life…
My golden palm, or beloved, whichever you prefer
Still convalescing… I poked my nose outside the door, away from all thoughts. I stepped onto the balcony, my aloes needed me, needed my words. This sky bewitches me. There’s something I can’t explain; the Australian sky is astonishing. I’ve always loved losing myself in a star-studded sky, in its infinity. I also lose myself…
Welcome Back
Scrivo? Scrivo dopo secoli, non che non abbia formulato pensieri, anzi. Ma mancanza di tempo. Scusante? forse. Mi piace scrivere, mi fa bene. Mi piace disegnare, mi fa bene. Mi piace piantare avocadi, mi fa bene. Mi piace restaurare mobili, mi fa bene. Inizio e lascio a meta. Mi piace lavorare al ristorante, mi uccide.…