What's the excuse for what you put me through… 

You should know. 

But I'm sick of talking about it. That's all. 

I'm tired of holding your head up. 

I'm rigged to blow.

She could write songs. She could do so many things. You ask her to explain before she explodes. What a shame, you wasted it. You, the worst disappointment.

🎧 She. Laura Mvula.

When I saw this film months ago it had the same effect as seeing Victoria years ago: the feeling of perfect wonderment which the simple story, but not an easy one to tell, was able to inspire in us. Every person has a story to be offered, studded with strong and painful experiences, daily difficulties and obstacles, in total uncertainty.

Last year I had a very few flawless conception. In my country, and also outside it, appearances win over reality. I confirmed it: selfishness, weakness, falseness, shallowness, easy shortcuts are widespread. In a year nothing has changed. Indeed it increased. Violence, suffering, will for power over people and things, cruelty and many other evil situations have become a normality.

The events of the past year have made me more suspicious and more sensitive to the issue. I've changed in the last few years. Me and my take on the stuff of life came out strengthened, reinforced… While outside there are winter storms and snow, you may relax in the pleasant atmosphere of our small sauna paradise. I'm heading out.



Beyond is cold, freezing, but is solid, harmonious and the finish is consistent, varied and very deep. Is confirmed that Noomi Rapace is one of my favourite actresses. It's so difficult to understand to fund the reality that's hidden behind the appearance of the look. I know this. On my skin. Against my skin. And beyond.

I am living through this never-ending drama of those who live in peace and in freedom, free from fear and insecurity, but meet people afraid of love, prisoners of their minds, of their torment, of their discontent, of their frustration… People pretending to be live, and it's just dead people standing.

It's just people pretending to appreciate my way of being, my way I feel about all of this, my wolf spirit, but clearly there can be no a free, independent woman. There are lines that can't be crossed. There are limits to what I can do and the wishes I can grant.

And there's nothing worse. I' d just like to be forward, because that's what I am, and it's nothin'to be ashamed of, but I can't. Meanwhile the search continues. I'm smelling. For any signs. Because the more I smell, the more I know it's got something to do with all this.

There will be someone to be spontaneous, I will find somebody I could be honest with, someone I could be myself with, someone to be kind and cared for. Do I feel him? Can I see him? I will find you. I will hear you coming.

I can feel you. Through my hair as tangled branches, the eyes on the grass, the light was falling on the dark floor of the woods and joined my shadow that lay in wait. Muzzle up, I stiff the air. The giant female wolf smelling… savoring the scent of the meal to come.

Knock knock. Who’s there? I'm.
Knock knock. Who’s there? I'm.
Knock knock. Who’s there? Maybe. I'm.
I'm sorry, it may be me, but it feels a little bit weird.

I miei compleanni iniziano sempre con un incubo, perché contrariamente a tutti quelli che festeggiano il loro arrivo nel mondo come un giorno fausto, io mi sento in lutto.