Hi, and welcome to my blog.

It has been a very weird time. And even here, sitting (or better said, laying on the floor) in front of my laptop, I’m wondering if I should write these words in Italian or English.
Let’s keep the English, but be warned I might mess up many times.

This 2020 is unexpectedly moving us forward or backward in time. How many of you, in quarantine, have found yourself digging through the memories of the past or speculating about the chances of the future? Me, with no doubts, I am part of this team.
Even today, with no quarantine but with this ever-present melancholic feeling that accompanies these weird days, I’m here in front of this pale screen looking at the messy bunch of photos I collected during many years of crazy life, transformational processes, soul meetings.

I spent most part of my life craving for human connection as I was caught up in too many aspirations and lines that were extending in too many directions. So now, in this lonely yet revealing 2020, I’m experiencing how connection starts from that very fragility we usually hide in front of others.

Many words, I see. So let me share with you a few pics I’ve found in the bottom of the closet, and the stories that they gently whisper.

Baby Lamia dancing her Oriental routine during her school show in 2007. Gosh I loved those purple hand-sleeves.
The usual: trying to sew something with my creativity furry partner.
With the KoreNaga dance company in 2014. Missin’ those days of dance and friendship.
A panda riding a panda found in Japan, 2017.