Dropping Slow

Dropping Slow

Snowflakes were dropping slowly on my street when I was going to go out yesterday. It had been a frantic morning. I felt stressed and nervous.  My heart was pounding fast, but when I saw the snowflakes dancing in the air, and listened the sudden silence on the street...
barometer body

barometer body

My body is like a barometer. Since I can remember, I have migraines associated to storms. I have the symptoms before the storm, so I could always predict them. When I was twelve or thirteen I suffered a serious operation in my tibia bone to remove a tumour and the...
Blue

Blue

Describe your personal style, however you’d like to interpret that — your clothing style, your communication style, your hair style, your eating style, anything. Blue. The color of my dad’s eyes. So bright and clear,  like a reflect of the Adriatic sea which had...
To a brick wall

To a brick wall

If you could have a guarantee that one, specific person was reading your blog, who would you want that person to be? Why? What do you want to say to them? It’s no use. It’s like talking to a brick wall. But I’m going to do it again. Please, WordPress editors, give us...

Painful

Tell us about a time when you flew into a rage. What is it that made you so incredibly angry? This is a painful theme for me. I think I’m a quiet person not prone to rage. Of course there are things that make me angry, but I usually stay silent until I can’t...
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