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Danzare Viaggiare Studiare Leggere Raccontare Frutta e verdura Agendine e quadernetti Riciclo e tradizioni Biologico ed ecologico

come una bolla

I need to see the sky and be outdoors to feel whole. I’ve been really walking a lot lately.   Il fiume pensa al posto mio. Mi aiuta a resistere.[…] Se rimango a osservarlo abbastanza a lungo mi trasformo in … Continue reading

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pietà

I think of him and of b. Of him again. Especially in the grey hours before I fall asleep. When I’d want to fall asleep but I can’t because all these thoughts come uninvited. I don’t even know what I … Continue reading

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replace

I felt sad because some things changed quickly, and it felt unfair that it happened so soon. I stayed laying down staring at the ceiling unable to move or think or cry. nothing defines better my current state as the … Continue reading

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abat-jour

When I’m in the metro I can spy other people’s lives from their phones. Especially when the metro is full and I’m standing between the seats. I like that through their phones I can get snippets of who they are, … Continue reading

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operazioni

I insist on wearing summerdresses even if it’s chilly in this swedish summer. I put on summer dresses and I’m always a bit cold and my nipples stick out. Maybe it’s healthy to be a little cold/ be exposed to … Continue reading

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senza lasciare traccia

The more I read, the more I write. The more I read, the more I have words forming in my head all the time, many of them getting lost because I can’t stop them on a paper in that very … Continue reading

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come un filo d’erba

So I’m in my new home. Empty home. No furniture, another start. Tu es la fille du vent, a friend tells me. The house smells of old, smells of grandpa.It feels almost like it’s someone else’s life, as if I’m … Continue reading

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