Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 324 – Road trip

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The train took me a little outside of Florence today. I had almost five hours all to myself today, to spend as I wish, so because I love riding the train, and also the person who was waiting for me at the end of the road, I said why not? I spend a beautiful morning and afternoon, chatting and unloading a tone of feelings that have been invading me for months. By the time I got back to Florence I...

Day 295 – Too early…too late

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5 am. Still awake. The silent house feels empty, deserted. I feel more rested than I’ve been in weeks. 5 am and it’s too early to start my day, yet too late to get some rest. This is my favorite hour of the day, not morning nor night, but somewhere in between, just like I am, always. Florence’s sky is raining and the sound gives me the chills, or maybe the guy who is standing in...

Day 248 – No words

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Sometimes, when days feel a bit weirder than usual, when the stars don’t align the way they should, when I am disconnected from the world by mistake, I lose my words. It’s like they run away to another planet and despite me trying to find them, it feels like they are forever gone. What’s even weirder is that they still appear in writing, they just fail to come out of my mind or...

Day 237 – Dead silence

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Shhh… all the noise from the outside world disappeared today. I am alone… at last. I tried to fight it at first, went to the window, opened it and focused: nothing. Nothing can bring back the noise for a while. Maybe all that is left is silence, a dead, cold silence. I hear anything that’s dead must be cold; there’s no other option. I think death is warm. I think she comes...

Day 199 – Something unspeakable

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Ever since I have started writing a daily post here, even on those days when I felt I didn’t have any good topic to write about, I managed to patch up something nice, or I hope interesting. Today I feel like I have absolutely nothing to share; no ideas, no opinions, no event that has happened to me. I feel the need to stay quiet and even if I could write about at least one dozen things...

Day 163 – Identity crises

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There are days when I have no reason to write anything. There are days when I don’t feel the need to write anything and there are days when I absolutely don’t want to write anything (that mostly happens when I have a dark day). Today I am having a dark day and I think I am getting tired of this carousel of emotions. I have the urge to stop, sit still, cover myself in blankets, drink a...

Day 155 – Writing under the stars

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You all know what it’s like to have a passion, right? And we all have a favorite place where we practice that passion. For me, writing under a tree on an empty field or up in the mountains until the stars appear, is my favorite thing in the world. Back home I used to have a house up in the mountains, where my godmother lives and I used to go there and wonder off to explore the surroundings...

Day 142 – Silence

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Silence can cure. Silence is the only thing that cleans your soul and opens your mind. And when you sit in silence, things happen,things move around you because the world doesn’t stand still waiting for you, but it can move in your favor. If you listen to the silence you create around you, you can hear the useless noise and separate it from the happy shouts, the needed screams, the laughter...

Day 118 – The silence of a new short story

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“All you need is silence. All you need is Oliver Shanti playing Sacral Nirvana over and over again in your eardrums. Listen… the house is quiet, the lights are fading and the rhythmic sounds invite you to write again, for your pleasure only.” Whenever a new short story is calling me out to write it, I have a strict rule of ignoring it at first. There is a huge amount of work I...

Day 109 – Places in Tuscany: Montaione

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My first house in Italy was in a small town called Montaione, strategically located at 40 kilometers away from Florence and about 50 kilometers from a lot touristic cities from Tuscany. Its location (it seemed to be in the middle of everything) allowed us to visit at least two new cities every weekend and after touring through the entire Tuscany, we made a habit of going once a week at the Marina...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu