Un mare di creta

(Sorry this post in only in Italian)

Echebello!

(Sorry this post in only in Italian)

Mei vacanties

"Mei vacanties"... I feel happy like a child.

Mei vacanties: may holiday. Even the name sounds nice.

Two weeks without school, spring break.

For me it is like a migration.

It is always traveling backwards, going home and then leaving again.

I go back to my land, my colors, scents and sounds...

the same way birds fly back to warm countries.

Like birds I find everything back there: the nest, all the things abandoned some months ago,

lost memories that come back  to life in a blink.

I live again the deep silence of the nights, their dense darkness,

I wake up with the birds singing and the sun on my face.

I go back to be again a daughter and not only a mum,

to walk outside in underwear,

to drink the good coffee

and to see the faces I left,

and  some new, hopefully.

When I fly there I feel still moved, 

up in the sky I let already go of the load,

picking only the nicest thoughts,

the ones far away, unreachable,

the ones that are just a moment, and I cannot keep for long

the ones that make me loose my balance...

and feel good again.

Well, it is the last week before our lovely "mei vacanties",

stretched this time,

just to keep the moment a bit longer.

2014

Finally silence. 

I can smell the scient of coffee in the house and hear the sound of the wind outside.

Nobody is calling "mamma" or "aunt" or even my name.

I find back the friendly "mess" I have left, 

notes on paper over the keyboard, full with ideas. 

The time has come to put those ideas in order on a calendar and chage them into "something":

a toy, a project, a dress, a garden. 

2014 arrived full of promises, from the stars, 

off course (which I follow with deep gratitude), 

and now it is time to get back to work and accomplish them.

We have started walking on the stones of the Museumpark, 

looking at the lights of the city behind the black net of the tree branches.

Happy new year to all.