Io sono fatta per la vita. Sono una creatura scorticata a nudo, priva di corazza, di maschere, di filtri. La mia anima è esposta al mondo, vulnerabile, ma anche libera. Mentre voi portate le vostre corazze, io cammino a testa alta, pronta ad affrontare tutto ciò che la vita mi riserva. Non ho l’arte, la vita sociale, la famiglia o il dovere come protezione, ma ho me stessa, la mia forza, la mia determinazione. Tutto ciò che mi circonda cade come pelle, ma sotto la mia pelle c’è carne viva, un fuoco che brucia dentro di me. Non ho paura … Continue reading Perché io sono fatta per la vita, e la vita è fatta per me

L’emozione del giorno è la paura di scoprire il fondo delle persone, prima ancora di finire il mio caffè. A volte, mi sento come se stessi sfogliando le pagine di un libro troppo velocemente, temendo di perdere la bellezza delle parole e dei pensieri che vi si celano. Ma con le persone, la paura è ancora più grande. Ho timore di arrivare al fondo delle loro anime, di scoprire i loro segreti più profondi, prima ancora di avere il tempo di conoscerle veramente. E così, mi siedo qui, con la tazza di caffè tra le mani, osservando il mondo intorno … Continue reading Mi siedo qui, con la tazza di caffè tra le mani, osservando il mondo intorno a me …

What do you want to know about what makes my soul tremble? You observe me, you pass judgment, attempting to mold me into a form, a substance that can resemble you, that can please and satisfy you, but I am already distant. Beyond. Far away! I harbor this ravenous and always hungry beast within me; she sniffs and devours moments and emotions with voracity, now purring, now ready to tear to pieces in an instant! I always live to the fullest of my desires, poised between the woman I am and the one who has yet to explode. I split … Continue reading What do you want to know?

In the cracks of life, I yearn not to miss the ability to feel passion and indignation. Even as the siren call of indulgence beckons with the promise of mediocrity, I refuse to surrender to the cowardice of platitudes. I refuse to exist without truly living, to share without genuine connection, to drink without toasting to the beauty of life. I will not win without extending a helping hand, nor take without expressing gratitude. I will not seek to magnify without embracing simplicity, nor progress without putting in the hard work. I will not obtain without merit, nor read without … Continue reading The ability to feel passion and indignation

I leave myself exposed to the shade of your sun, letting its warmth caress my skin and fill me with a sense of longing. I lie down naked and thin hope that awaits your arrival, my heart open and vulnerable, yearning for your presence. I cultivate desires that bear your name, and destinies that are painted in the hues of your essence. In the soft glow of your sun, I find solace and a deep connection to the world around me. I surrender to the vulnerability of my emotions, embracing the hope that you will come to me. As I … Continue reading Your sun …

Take this snow and feed me sun glazed mountains, where the warmth of the earth kisses my skin, and the beauty of the world surrounds me. Take this boredom and bless me with magical mayhem, a chaos of purpose and passion that fills my days with meaning and excitement. Dress my body in ancient garments woven with wonder, adorned with the stories of generations past, for I am tired of the mundane and yearn for the extraordinary. I am not too tired to sleep, but tired of waking up to a world that feels cold and lifeless. I long to … Continue reading Take this boredom and bless me with magical mayhem …

Let someone love you just the way you are – with all your flaws and imperfections, with all the scars that adorn your soul. Embrace the truth that you are not always attractive, that there are moments when you feel unfulfilled, and that you carry the weight of your unaccomplished dreams. To believe that you must conceal the broken pieces of yourself, to hide the cracks and fractures out of fear that no one can love what is less than perfect, is to deny the power of love’s healing light. It is to believe that sunlight cannot penetrate the shattered … Continue reading Let love in …

In the stillness of the night, I found myself in a dream, wrapped in the tender embrace of my past. It spoke to me with a voice filled with love and understanding, assuring me that all was as it should be. There was a sweetness in its words, a gentle reminder that I no longer needed to hold onto it, for it was already a part of me, woven into the fabric of my being. My past whispered to me, revealing that every step of the journey, every moment of the process, was a step forward, a step towards progress. … Continue reading Everything is going to be well!

Il nous reste l’amour, cette lumière infinie qui brille dans l’obscurité des jours sombres, cette force intangible qui transcende les frontières de l’existence. Quand tout semble vain, l’amour demeure, offrant un refuge inaltérable, une source intarissable de réconfort et d’espoir. Dans la vacuité des instants, l’amour se dresse comme un phare, éclairant notre chemin sans exiger de rétribution, de métamorphose, ou de reconnaissance. Il se déploie dans toute sa pureté, tissant des liens invisibles qui enveloppent l’univers de sa bienveillance. Là où l’amour se manifeste, il insuffle une transformation transcendante, métamorphosant la réalité qui nous entoure. C’est dans ces instants … Continue reading L’amour …

In the hush of twilight, I tread the ancient paths, each step a whispered echo of the lives I’ve lived. The familiar roads wind and weave, carrying the weight of memories and dreams, and yet, I am not the same. I am a wanderer adorned in the garb of a new existence; a different life draped around my shoulders like a silken shawl. The stones beneath my feet bear witness to the footprints of my past selves, each one leaving an indelible mark upon the earth. The trees stand sentinel, their branches reaching toward the heavens, as if yearning to … Continue reading And me … I travel the old roads again and again wearing a different life …