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…

Ireland~

I spent a couple of years in Ireland and no words I am able to jot down would ever be enough to express my gratitude for this country and its people. Ever since I was a teenager I’d felt some kind of inexplicable attraction. It was something I had read about the Celtic. Smells which I perceived through pictures, traditional…

The days we live

…aren’t like invisible small dots on a plain canvas of possibilities? But still, how much do they really matter to ourselves? Working towards the things I love is what helps me to make sense of my dry, daily performances. It is very easy to feel great when travelling full time or out of any responsibilities but as of now, my…

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…