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Something of us to tell to the world, while the world is told through us.
Something of us to tell to the world, while the world is told through us.

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I have the impression that my life is firm in Santorini, a month ago. And my current daily life is just a dream not focused. It’s an effect that makes me travel, for so much time. When I travel to live it becomes a real and complete experience. Every hour…

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On June 10th was my nameday. Of the many things I could do, I had only one wish: Positano. Although I lived only a few hours from the Amalfi Coast, I missed in Positano for at least 4 years. I didn’t remember that it’s so small. One of the most touristic…

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Time is an awareness that if you have it can save your life. It teaches you to concretize the world that comes in your hands, instead of staying there waiting for the world to do something for you. Time is the balance that weighs, the goldsmith that…

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Do you think it’s easy to do always the right thing? Always say the right thing? Always make the right choice? It isn’t enough that you do the utmost and be in the right part of 90% of the times; it isn’t enough to always be correct; not enough to be…

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It’s important to reflect and push to the deep meaning of things. Ask. Understand. This life is a sailing offshore. You can stay idle and live it all without anything but the perception of apparent horizons. A fluid flow of days on days, waves on houres,…

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One year ago we were leaving with our parents to Warsaw. It was our last trip. Who would have thought that a year later my sister and I would have had to go alone to solve problems of wills, houses and money at mom’s country, including distant relatives,…

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One year ago we were leaving with our parents to Warsaw. It was our last trip. Who would have thought that a year later my sister and I would have had to go alone to solve problems of wills, houses and money at mom’s country, including distant relatives,…

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Someone has stopped asking me how I feel. It wasn’t a courtesy “how are you?”. It was a while that someone doesn’t care of it, and also I. It’s something to whom I don’t think from a lot of time. A vacillation that I’ve shown the door, it’s a wind current…

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It’s my first bday without mom. Indeed it’s the third year that I spend the day of my birthday without seeing her (two years ago I was in London, last year in the house where I was living to work). Perhaps a nice way of life for me to get used to the idea…

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These days are less present cause I’m doing cleaning in my life, in my house and in my head. Letting go of old things is a catharsis of profound change. Since mom’s gone, every day off becomes an opportunity to review all the things stored and delayed in…
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