Ah, how mistaken are those who believe I write, my dearest ones. I merely conquer the silences of the paper through sheer persistence. I insist they tell me something, I pester them to declare what they know. I intimidate with sharp accents and cutting words. And because they cannot say anything beyond what they have told me, because they cannot denounce me for threats or falsehoods, I affix my signature below. I appropriate what is not mine. You see, I would not know how to speak of such beautiful things, lies I have never used, or truths that never belonged … Continue reading The Role Of Writing

Il corpo si muove, parla, non mente,dice quello che sente.Risponde a un richiamo, è un linguaggio, è un messaggio… In ogni gesto, in ogni movimento, il corpo racconta storie che le parole non possono esprimere. È un linguaggio silenzioso, ma potente, che comunica emozioni profonde e verità nascoste. Quando il corpo si muove, è come se danzasse con l’anima, rivelando desideri, paure e speranze. Ogni sguardo, ogni sorriso, ogni lacrima è un messaggio inviato al mondo. Non c’è bisogno di parole, perché il corpo parla con una sincerità che non conosce menzogna. È un richiamo primordiale, un linguaggio universale che … Continue reading Il Linguaggio del Corpo

My body is not your community service project, nor is it your soulless fetish object. I do not need to justify my body to you or anyone. My body does not make me a joke, nor does it make me insensitive to your hurtful remarks. It is not an excuse for you to treat me like a second-class citizen. My body is none of your business. My body is not your battleground. It is not a cautionary tale. My body is not your canvas, nor your ad space. It is not here to make you feel better or worse about … Continue reading My Body Is Beautiful

Life could be compared to a spider, and friendship should be the web. In this web, we could capture the people we love, our family, and friends. When I was younger (and that was some time ago), I used to list my friends: the closest ones, those I hadn’t seen in a while, school friends, friends who had moved away… Today, I no longer do that, but don’t ask me why. How many people have passed through my life? How many have I hurt with my intolerance, but also, how many have hurt me? I can’t count the tears I’ve … Continue reading Reflections on Life and Friendship

Accept it, my child, the inevitable course of the river to the sea and bless the spring, even if the entire river is lost at its mouth. Allow love to also cry its fears. Thus is the wisdom of never damming life within ourselves… In each drop that flows down the stream, there is a story, a dream, a hope. The river, in its relentless journey, teaches us to accept the flow of life, to understand that every beginning, no matter how humble, carries within it the promise of a grand destiny. The spring, with its purity and strength, deserves … Continue reading The Wisdom of the River and the Freedom of Love

Every day is a back-and-forth, a rhythmic dance of arrivals and departures. Life, like the train station, is a place of constant motion and repetition. Here, the platform is a stage where stories unfold, where people come to stay, their presence a comforting constant. Others, like fleeting shadows, will never go, their essence lingering in the air. There are those who yearn to return, drawn by the magnetic pull of memories and familiar faces. Some find solace in staying, their hearts anchored to the station’s pulse. Others come merely to observe, their eyes capturing moments like photographs, their hearts untouched … Continue reading Farewell

Non è che ti amo come si amano quelli che se lo ripetono ogni giorno, cento volte. Non ti amo come chi manda un messaggio in tarda sera, tra parole e nessuna spiegazione. Non ci riuscirei, io ti amo con gli occhi, col cuore, con gli abbracci, con tutto me stesso. Io ti amo da lontano, ti amo mentre ti guardo, con le frasi più stupide. Ti amo con il sorriso. Il mio è un amore più grande di tutti, tenendo conto che ogni giorno è più bello del giorno prima, ma meno di quello dopo. Il mio è un … Continue reading Io ti amo.

I write to forget, to forgive, to remember. Each word I pen down is a step away from the shadows of the past, a gentle release of the burdens I carry. In the quiet of my thoughts, I find solace, a sanctuary where memories are both a balm and a lesson. I write to feel, to steal a feeling, a moment from someone else, something I have never felt but yearn to experience. Through the ink, I live a thousand lives, each one a tapestry of emotions, woven with threads of joy, sorrow, love, and longing. It is in these … Continue reading Writing for Wholeness