
Poem 3: September rain
The September rain is
a fresh embrace on a warm body after summertime.
The September rain is
a fresh embrace on a warm body after summertime.
When: August 2015
With whom: boyfriend
The highlight: walking along the ancient city wall
Thailand, September 2016
Barcellona, April 2015
Ljubljana, April 2018
When: May 2018
With whom: husband and eight-month-old daughter
The highlight: the South-West Coast
Bruxelles, December 2015
Year 1900 and something. At a rough guess, it could be year 1985. A young Greek says goodbye to his family, to his friends and to Sivas, a small village in the South of Crete, 10 minutes away from the most famous Matala. He is ready to leave and chase his dream.
When: August 2015
With whom: boyfriend
The highlight: visit at the tunnel museum
In the collective Italian imagination, spring represents the swallows arrival, the blossoming of trees, the days getting longer or the awakening of the senses. Not for me. For me spring goes hand in hand with s’cioppetin.