And there are 59! Long, painful, but rich and formative.This year, more than ever, is an important birthday, with a good chance it will also be my last birthday and I would like to walk through it as if through the magical door that leads me to the ultimate good.Yes, in this period I feel death as the final reward of a bumpy journey from … Continua a leggere Fifty-Nine
And you, moon, my splendid sister, how can I not love you while shining with your mystery you welcome my childhood dreams? I have always looked for you, found you, loved you. As a child I dreamed of falling asleep suspended on your thin scythe certain that you would not harm me, never fear of falling, never feeling hot or cold in your delicate arms. … Continua a leggere My Sweet Moon
Writing Is Testifying 