THE BEGINNING

Long time ago, I worked as an interior designer… being part of a change management team.

What I’ve learnt: to look inside of me and make questions about what would make me feel comfy working in a pleasing environment… Was new for me, as for an artist sometimes a comfy environment is a need/matters, and sometimes it doesn’t, just being dragged by passion and the need to express, nothing around would matter. …

GETTING OLDER, a chance to get WISER

What it means to me: I have a past with loves and losses, I became mom, I dreamt, learnt, read books, met extraordinary people… All these made me, and still make me, happy though my life wasn’t, and still isn’t, a happy one.

GETTING OLD, somewhere close to a certain kind of “laziness” and neglect

You get old when you start saying to yourself “oh well, it’s fine this way, too” or when you don’t care about the way you look but you indulge yourself with things you considered once not good for…

It was a December late night, I was feeling tired and alone, and far away from any living soul, went to bed dreaming of a shelter for my heart…

Then when waking up in the morning, I remembered the travel I had on Locale III. In the past few years I’ve started to have more night journeys I can remember when waking up, and many more after an afternoon nap.

“Living” in, and having memories about two worlds it’s not that great as many might think. …

Celebrate Love, Celebrate Life

A day when we all should “talk” only about Love. What about the rest? I mean the rest of the other days? Well, Love has to be with us every single moment of our lives… today we should actually stop “talking” or thinking less about everything that’s not Love.

My lines seem so far plain, maybe a bit romantic… or unrealistic. They aren’t. Truth is not something complicated or too far to reach. Here’s an example, a quote:

My Erotica… is my life! Memories of past loves, men I had and shared moments of passion with. The way I write is the… the way I am, mind and soul. So I can’t say “I’m a writer” because a writer lives the lives of his characters, either fictional or real. I can only say “I write”.

Passion and Timing, a Perfect Tango.