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Yesterday Was Honestly Terrifying
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Yesterday Was Honestly Terrifying

Yesterday afternoon started like a totally normal day and then, in literally a few seconds, everything became chaos. My sister Agnese was riding her bike home and, because she is Agnese, she was going way too fast. She always has this slightly wild energy, like every normal bike ride needs to become the final stage of the Tour de France. I’m completely different. I’ve always been the careful one, the one who slows down before every corner and imagines all the possible disasters before they even
When The Weather Decides For You

When The Weather Decides For You

I was at Aurora's house and the plan was so simple. Stay there for a bit, chat about everything and then take my bike home. Literally ten minutes. That's it. Easy. But then I looked outside and the sky over the fields started changing color in the weirdest way. One minute it felt like a normal summer afternoon, the next one the wind was shaking every tree and everything looked so dark. A few seconds later it started raining. Not normal rain. Like... the kind that makes you stop talking and just
Milan, I am coming

Milan, I am coming

I have been thinking about this for days now. Like, literally days. Lying in bed at night, phone in my hand, just scrolling through photos of streets I already know by heart but somehow never get tired of looking at. The Duomo at golden hour. Via Montenapoleone completely empty early in the morning. That specific shade of grey that the Milan sky gets in certain afternoons that I honestly cannot find anywhere else in the world. I know it sounds dramatic. My mom already told me I am being dramati

the soundtrack of my childhood

There is one sound that takes me home immediately, no matter where I am in the world. It is not a song. It is a voice. my dad, the biggest fan i know My father has been in love with Queen since before I was even born. I grew up watching him close his eyes during certain songs, like the world outside just disappeared for three minutes. Every car ride, every Sunday lunch, every long summer drive to the coast, Queen was always there in the background. It was never a choice, it was just our sou

The Art of the Late Morning

There is a specific kind of golden light that enters my room when the sun is already high. Today I opened my eyes and it was 11 AM. For me, this is incredibly late. I am usually someone who loves the early hours, the quiet magic of the sunrise over the sea, but today my body decided otherwise. The strange thing is how I felt when I woke up. I had a completely restfull sleep, the kind of deep night where you do not even dream. Yet, when I stood up, a heavy wave of tiredness washed over me. It is