Forty more days to go. Forty more days and I will have finished putting my life on the screen for everyone to read about daily. Just forty more days. As the days pass I think about my final post. I have so many ideas on how to write it that sometimes it feels like my head is going to explode; but there is one thing that needs to be said: this project has taught me well and made me grow. When I...
I always feel inspired when I walk the streets of Florence. Artists that live and create here inspire me the most. This morning was a source of incredible inspiration for me. After meeting three artists and talking to them about different projects we can work on together, I arrived home with a big, dumb smile on my face. Ever since The human behind the artist was born I have met incredible human...
After a crappy morning I had a very insightful work session today. I am currently working on a biography (soon to be made public) that involves a lot of commitment and dedication and I absolutely love it. This is an incredible project for me and because I am a story hunter I feed my soul and mind with amazing life stories. When I started this project I was scared to death. The magnitude and...
Day 300. Oh, boy, that’s something. I’m not going to go on saying again that I can’t believe it or that I wasn’t expecting this day to come, but I am going to smile for a while. I could even say I celebrated a little today, having the most wonderful 4 hours I had the whole week. The first hundred days were horrible. Every day was a struggle, every hour my worst enemy and I...
…Until one day the man gave up and went to bed. Suddenly, that very night, C woke up and the cat was missing from its usual spot. Thinking that he will catch it in the act while destroying the crops, C looked out the window. To his surprise, he could see a young man in the garden, digging holes all around the crops. He ran to his parents and brothers and they all watched the young man...
Once upon a time there was a cat, and this cat lived in a household full of children; in fact there were so many children that their parents gave them letters instead of names. So, the biggest child was A, the second one was B, the third C and so on until the letter H. Now, this family wasn’t rich nor poor. The parents worked the land they owned, their backyard was full of animals that the...
Finally the sky of Florence took pity in us and cleared up, blessing our limbs with the warm rays of the sun. My body was getting tired of always being wrapped in a hundred layers of clothes. Now, the fact that the chocolate fair is still going on, makes life in Florence even more beautiful. The fair is going to end on February 15, so don’t miss your chance and go get some chocolate intp...
Remorse, fear, ignorance, second thoughts, abortion, fear…pain, drowning, heavy breathing, crying, fear…white door, doctors, motherhood, holding hands, judgement, fear… “- Clara? Clara?! – Yes… – I said we are ready for you now.” Her mother quickly stood up and still holding Clara’s hand headed towards the door. “-I am sorry ma’am...
That bitch! He said he loved her. Didn’t she know that, didn’t he prove himself to her enough? That bitch! She acted like he raped her or worse. He just gave her exactly what she wanted from him. She asked for it, she craved it, she was practically begging him to do it. And then pretending like she was sick. Such a waste of time and energy. All virgins were the same. Sweet, naive...
Holding her daughter’s hand. Paralyzed with fear, invaded by memories. Seventeen years ago she was standing in a waiting room, similar to the one they were in now. Or maybe the tiles were just a little bit cleaner. She too was judging the women around her, she too was afraid of death and compromise. But she had to do it, her career was depending on her and also… also she didn’t...
