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something decadent

I became someone who loves rain. The strong force of nature. A melancholic beautiful autumn day. Beautiful. It knocks hard on every surface. I would like to stay home and read my good book and slowly doze off to sleep. … Continue reading

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am bach

And so I found myself crying while reading a book, crying for the pain and injustice of another person who doesn’t even really exist. Sometimes it’s good to just cry a bit.     (Noci e caffè. Qualche tristezza. L’odore … Continue reading

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dew

Finding ribisel in the freezer makes for a happy morning. I like to have time in the morning. I need to take time, do other things, not be just efficient, have time to appreciate. Of course it depends a lot … Continue reading

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le cose mi sfuggono dalle mani

The forest was great. Alive, fresh, perfumed. I was free, simple, with messy hair, bare feet and wearing shorts. I was just the essence of myself. I climbed trees.   Now the city sucks. It’s hot, I’m alone and there’s … Continue reading

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this is who i am: a collection of books, stationery, shells and pieces of art

I am doing too many things all at once and I can’t focus on any of them. None of them is really profitable or enjoyable, even though it’s nice to feel busy and have full days. But it’s hard to … Continue reading

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pop

A total sunday gloomy mood. I didn’t go out of the flat, I keep distracting and being slow, I feel like I’m not doing anything (even if I actually am, slowly, bit by bit). I need to do important things … Continue reading

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hold on baby

I think I’m slowly building a self that I like. Through life, through him, through traveling and reading a lot and meeting people. I’m sharpening sides of myself, picking up missing pieces of my own self. I start to feel … Continue reading

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