Been writing a lot lately and noticing that more of my stuff is coming out in a different shape or form... some looks like poetry maybe? As if I even know what that is 🤣 and some of it seems a bit confronting perhaps, speaking a lot of truths that we ask ourselves and yet don’t wanna hear? Or maybe need to hear? Does it have to be positive or negative? Does it have to be categorized? Does it have to even make sense?
It’s been fun exploring this, and letting go of all that I used to spend hours or days worrying about expressing.
Freedom is liberating,
To just do it anyway
And hope for the best.
To write to write
Even if it’s not read.
Even if nobody will look at it because it’s attached to some random photo of a pirate ship looking boat and an island so small it doesn’t even have an Instagram location,
A photo that means something to me
And nothing to you...
Its not me smiling in some seemingly perfect moment, which always gets more likes anyway. Is that because of the people’s choice or just the algorithms?
What have YOU got to say? About any of that 👆🏽 or anything else?
If you’re still reading here, cool - what kind of stuff do you want to read more of?
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Se molti anni fa non avessi deciso che la domanda "no, dai davvero, ma che lavoro fai veramente?" non mi creava nessun disagio, non avrei conosciuto @marizla83 e non saremmo diventate amiche e io avrei perso tanto, al di là delle esperienze lavorative.
Per esempio, ieri, non mi sarei ritrovata su una terrazza del centro storico di Putignano subito dopo il tramonto per ascoltare un concertino acustico immersa nei tetti e in tante lucine colorate.
E, per non farci mancare nulla, visto che la luna ieri non si è fatta vedere, ci ho pensato io a metterla.
La bellezza è una scelta da (per)seguire.
Seguite @interrazza perché lì di bellezza questa estate ce n'è stata tanta e forse, prima o poi, torna.
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Before you my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was intensity, there was beauty.
I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when it’s too dark to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, standing like a shadow at the door of one’s being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, wondrously serene, and enigmatic stars...
When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. But when it gets dark I still think of you and something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying shadows under the star-speckled sky, fading with the halo of the vanishing moon.
It is so easy to forget, in a worldly life, to attend to these miracles.