poem

14 Aprile 2019

I’m a snowdrop that blossoms on a glass field in the middle of the summer without causing any crack. I’m bound to become a sun shard […]

11 Febbraio 2019

This is the day I start looking at, for and through life. I look through the window and I see an old brown building that reminds […]

28 Dicembre 2018

Jostling among the stars what is in my cards? Am I looking for an easy life, or should I follow the magic fife? What I know […]