Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Memories that never come back

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We live too fast, we think too fast, we love too fast and most of the times we die too fast…our memories can’t keep up the pace…we run away from them and we die without them…our memories could keep us alive but they never seem to catch up… maybe they waste too much time in traffic or maybe the traffic lights on the lane they take are always red… life pushes us in roundabouts and memories get lost on narrow streets with no corners or endings… and after all that running, you catch a red light… you sit quietly in your car and you remember you had memories… all of a sudden everything makes sense… you can see your first kiss and the way it runs towards you, the smile of a child who you once passed by, your first cigarette, a bench in a park that once caressed your loneliness, friends who made you happy, the lonely nights spent meditating, a puppy that once wiggled its tail when it saw you, the faces of those dear to you, the stories told by your grandparents, a sunrise on the beach, the happiness of your childhood…but wait…the green light is on… out of nowhere horns break your eardrums so you set yourself in motion… the memories get frightened and chase after you… they don’t want to lose you again… you forget  about them and keep running… weak and tired they start to turn back … they will play in a park until you decide to catch a red light again…  

About the author

Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

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By Ela Vasilescu
Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu