Category: My way of life

The locked room

There’s a room with lots of words.   I love you I am not enough I shouldn’t do this That’s too much …   I keep walking inside the room, looking at all I see. I can touch these words. They seem real. When I have enough, because there is always a moment I have enough, I walk past all…

How many dreams you have?

The last dream I had, which eventually turned into a plan, was to travel solo to Asia for some time. I truly enjoyed every single moment of that trip. It was also very challenging, way more than I thought (not because of the places I visited: Asia is actually a great destination for women travelling solo). The challenge was the…

Sunrise and blue jeans

To the girl of last year, leaving Holland with a 40lt backpack, a wounded heart and no destination nor direction, today I say Well done, Chiara While soft lights embrace me all over, I see my heart smiling and can’t resist smiling back at it. There is a special silence in all the things when first lights send darkness to…

Drunk from life

I woke up a bit more than one hour ago, feeling fairly well. I slept like 6 hours, maybe more. I was a bit exhausted from the tours and walks of two days ago. I set up myself here in my living room, with my coffee and everything ready to work. Started reading a bit of N.Goldberg as her insights on writings…

New beginnings

A couple of months ago, I settled myself in the Algarve through a permaculture volunteering project. I was as empty as a bottle of water left covered by desert sand for weeks. It was the second stop of a solo travel with no final destination. This trip had nothing to do with moving from places to places to snap pictures…