Smiles, young Miryam, a fleeting shadow in the eye from the pain of gifting life, a dance of Her pupils for that little Miracle who holds Her pinky in His hand, and Her everything in His own Stares, young Miryam, with eyes which probe my soul...
To you, who were hurt, and now are hurting yourself: would you talk about self-harming? Imagine, on the street, an adult violently beating a kid; violently, out of any fairness, as the kid cannot defend themselves, strength-wise, from that level...
I reach within, level after level, gently talking to you to persuade you to unlock all the doors you had blocked by your side, fearing anything, not wanting anyone to enter and hurt you more. Not even me. But you are myself. How can you not let...
Translucent degrees of whitenesslayered, finely,interwoven from that delicious tendernesskings and connoisseurs long for,to dress with light the interiorof the most miserable and dirty roughnessin the ignorant stare of the world And when such...
Oh, the wondrous power of a tiny mindless virus! Flu, as influence; and see, all the influence you’re exercising on me, little monarch which never knew to rule, to whom nothing less than a gargantuan human body was given as a reign to rule...
Read me on Instagram!Like me on Facebook!Watch me on YouTube!Follow me on twitter! Buy my books! God, is like that mother whose five years old son, one fine day, announced he was grown-up enough to not need her to accompany him at pre-school...
Hawaiian shirts: love them or hate them, I suppose there’s no middle way.There are places in the world where they’ve always been bought and worn… and there are places, like where I live, the good old Italy, where at some point...
