She stays there her chest offered to people, to their fingers smeared with small desires, with ridiculous superstitions. They brush the marble as they pass as if it were luck, game, habit. I watch them touch her the way men touch certain women: without asking, without even seeing. And that shine on...Read more

Yesterday, I asked the mirror if it knew me. It fogged slightly, gave up pretending, then cleared. Outside, the moon pretended not to listen as if truth were something it had already survived. ​Today I said: Hey mirror, don’t tell everything at once. Leave some light for the moon to borrow. ​Tomorro...Read more

People always have a stone in their hand when they don’t understand the darkness of others. They look at your belly, they look at your hands, searching for the mark of what you have done. But people don’t know what happens under your skin when it rains outside. They don’t know how tight the bed feel...Read more

Sometimes I think my heart is like a lonely, stray dog. It never learns the way home, but it recognizes a gentle hand. It runs after anyone who offers even just a moment of warmth. Then it returns to me, with its tail lowered, and eyes like wet glass, as if the rain has stayed inside it. I stroke it...Read more

brief kiss, bare to the eye, beautiful enough to make time doubt itself. ~ bacio breve, banale per chi guarda, bello abbastanza da far dubitare il tempo.

​There is a shadow walking ahead of me. Not behind, not beside: ahead. It always takes a step before I do, hands in its pockets and the crooked gait of one who has time to waste and no rush to heal. ​It isn’t mine, I’ve looked at it closely: it doesn’t have my shape. It is more hunched, more tired t...Read more

chaos i learned to sto calling it destruction it was just life happening too loudly ↓ r u i n is what i called myself when I didn’t know I was still becoming ↑ and still, I ...Read more

I am not turning back even when it would be easy I stay in this exact place where I have chosen to remain and everything recognizes me.

(if I were—) no (if I moved like a boy) I’d walk the streets without counting steps but I don’t I walk slowly while inside something runs keys between my fingers a small useless ...Read more

Take a cup of dawn — splash! ☀️ (gathered gently, still a little sleepy, but warm-warm) Add two spoonfuls of dreams — fluff fluff and a pinch of la-la-laaa 🎶 Stir round and round — swirl swirl with a teaspoon of light wind — whooosh! Pour a drop of laughter — ah-ah! hehe! and a tight hug — squee...Read more

We are not alone in the world, only human in the way we tell its story. The forest does not know its name, but it grows and holds us by the hand. It does not speak as we speak, but it lives, constant and slow. If a flower is lost in the meadow, the sky becomes a little lighter. And we, inside all of...Read more

Endless dawn the heart learns the light and becomes sky

Maria, I hardly know how to speak this, but it feels as though, at some point, the word “no” was taken from you. And still, you did not flee. You did something astonishing: you let something vast move through you, and it did not break you in two. Since then, I cannot think of you as merely someone...Read more

Old sea Breathes so slowly Among nameless thoughts... As if it had dreamed us before before

I might have missed this morning the kettle’s thin song, a crumb of light on the table, my name returning to me. By chance, by error, by grace, the world includes me again without explanation. I lift the ordinary day as if it were improbable How lucky we are!