La sensualità non si compra, non si inventa: non è un corpo nudo. E’ energia, accoglienza…♥…The sensuality cannot be bought, cannot be invented: it is not a naked body. It is energy, hospitality … ♥ Continue reading Sensuality…

Ti ricordi il mio nome perso nella notte?E di questi occhi che continuano a guardarti senza più vederti…♥ Do you remember my name lost at night?And these eyes continue to look without seeing…♥ Continue reading Lost….

Io sono qui. Busso sottovoce alla tua anima…Ho in tasca una poesia per te, sono vestito solo di un sorriso, la mia anima è nuda di fronte ai tuoi occhi….♥…I am here. I knock softly to your soul …I have in my pocket a poem for you, I’m wearing only a smile, my soul is naked in front of your eyes…♥ Continue reading I am here…

La solitudine silenziosa è la mia sciarpa di lana spessa. A volte mi fa paura, altre mi conforta e mi riscalda…♥.…The quiet solitude is my thick wool scarf. Sometimes it scares me, other comforts me and warms me….♥ Continue reading Solitude….

There is something beautiful about the mundane. There is something beautiful about the things we often overlook, about those that happen around us almost every single day, like the rustling of leaves against the wind and the smell of the ground after a steady rain. Truly, it’s these little things in life that matter most, because they give us a reason to breathe, to live, and not merely exist. They remind us of something we often fail to remember — that is, to appreciate. That’s the key of life after all….♥ Continue reading There is…