Old arcs


Made me wonder who you are

what a mistery might you be

disappointed am I by far

no secrets hidden from me


mistakes’s made me see beyond

the despair of those in need

my soul may never be conned

from the ones who are just greed


i wake upon the morning rush

I open my eyes and wonder

will i ever be able to blush

or my heart was all plundered


A tear might fall by night

washing away the smile’s sight

reaching out to anyone who might

bring back a sunshine up to my hight


Windows on the soul


My trip to Florence ( Firenze), made my soul open more than I was expecting it. Beside the fact that Florence is an amazing city with a lot of breathtaking views and spectacular things to visit, it spoke to me through the windows of soul.

For instance, this first picture was taken at a cemetery (Cimitero delle Porte Sante),  where beside the breathtaking view, we have the sculpture of the woman who died. A mother of four apparently, but the way she is holding her cape like trying to take care of all her children, immediately took my thoughts to the pain her children must be feeling after her loss. My soul lost the sight of half of Florence ahead and just melted at the embrace of this women. What better way to cherish the memory of someone lost,  if not by making others feel what a great women she was, with no words included.  It took me a while to pull my self up after being lost in the depth of my thoughts, picturing love and pain at the same time, fear for what we take for granted and lose in a glimpse.



Another place that made my soul vibrate was Ponte Vechhio. It is a medieval stone  bridge over the Arno River, that today it’s known as the Gold Bridge, but many years ago was named the Red Bridge. Do you see the tiny little houses on the bridge? They used to be the homes of many butchers. Can you imagine them, living there, in little rooms, making a living as a butcher? Cause I did, and it was like I have walked through a window that brought me a century back and realized that this bridge wasn’t your walk in the park destination, but a cold place, where blood was spilled to make a living, where you wouldn’t take your children to see where their meals come from. And now, back to the present window, it’s the place you need to be, as the butchers shops are gone and replaced with jewelries shops, from one side to another,only gold. One of the finest pieces of jewelry I have ever seen, lied there making this bridge sparkle. The tiny rooms are still tiny but just shops, no beds, nothing to remember the fact that they were once homes, just the walls that if could talk, we would have a different story.


Come to think about it, the journey to Florence walked me between different windows from my soul, from pain to happiness, from sorrow to forgiveness. Must have been a place that’s been calling for me for a long time. Nevertheless those aren’t the only places in Florence that made my soul wonder, but are the most vibrant of all.

Would you agree, that you can wonder between windows of different ages, with your mind in a glimpse of a time?

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I had to become truly happy to be able to see who I truly am. And to achieve it, is a one day at a time step, from the steps I’ve prepared.

But to be truly happy was and is a totally different story.

One thing that took me the longest to learn, was to love myself and all that comes with that, good and bad. The bad things, events, teach us lessons that if are learned we wont repeat them or let them occur again. And when I thought I had managed to accomplish that I realized that there is more. Loving all around you, life, people. And people are tricky. It’s a very vulnerable thing to love them, despite how much they’ve hurt you or how much you try to avoid them. I love some from distance. A distance from where they can’t hurt me anymore, but I am still grateful that they have teached me some important lessons of what not to achieve or look for in life, and that was their purpose. I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes, that’s for sure, but if they would ever need my help, I would be there.

You know kids, are born kind and full of love. And they love you at first sight and get passed sorrow with wind’d speed. I think this is one important thing we forget as adults. We don’t love people at the very first sight,  we try to know them better to see if they fit into our lines of people we can accept and then maybe, just maybe we might care for them. And the sorrows, the sadness we can bring one another can last for years. What a waist of time and energy! It amazes me still, how people can hold grudges for years and never let them go, to be free, happy. You can’t hold grudges and be happy.

Oh and life is so short. It is hardly giving you a heads up that it will end at a certain point and if you manage to see that point, then you will see how much time you’ve lost with grudges that haven’t brought you anything. When you manage to get pass that, you should start some mindfulness exercises, and just be present where you truly are, not in the present or the dreams of the future, and then my friend you will start to see the first glimpses of happiness.

Happiness isn’t found in a person or a moment but in all persons around you, in nature, in a song’s bird, in a whisper, a touch, a smile, a song. And when you are there, you will see the potential you have and everything around you, and that only sky is the limit.

Dare to be happy, dare to live now, dare to be!


*picture is taken by me in Firenze, at Ponte Vecchio – a place where I felt truly happy- soon a story about it –

Procida – one amazing Italian Island


Walking around this little island in Italy, I felt like I was in a movie. An Italian one of course. The tiny streets, the balconies with something green, the colored houses and the hanged out clothes made me feel like I was daydreaming, but it was all real. One can get there by ferry from Napoli, just 30 minutes away, but it’s like a road from ordinary to extraordinary.  The best part is that it ain’t famous at all, so you still get that feeling of local scents and traditions. It has a port, five beaches, churches, museums and lots of places to eat very well. That well that you might change your jeans size:)


This little street made me feel like this I was home. The pastel colors make you feel like you are in a painting and all you have to do is watch, breath, be there. ” La dolce far niente” one of the italian’s saying is well sensed in this place. No noise, no fuss, no stress, just enjoy a good glass of wine, the sunset, the breeze and the colors around you.


This is one place where you can’t lack creativity, where nothing bad can touch you. It’s a place to feel loved by everything around you, a place where everything caresses you and music is always heard. Time stops, sins are forgotten, all is reborn in more colors than before and you won’t be able to stop smiling. A piece of heaven on Earth…20170910_080544

Prices are in range, nothing extra expensive, people are very kind and warm-hearted and every corner is spectacular. Prepare you camera, your sunglasses, always carry a glass of wine and just enjoy. Why stress about little things when heaven can be so easily reached?

Been too long




It’s been too long since I was here…my mind asked so many times to write and start writing again but I just wanted to stay away. Wondered if I ever stayed away enough I would get rid of the intense urge of writing. But I would wake up in the middle of the night thinking of things to write, new rhymes, and couldn’t fall back asleep. So I am here, I can’t stop. I need to write, in the same way I need to drink water. And it goes the same with painting. Each of these passions are eating me from inside, and just need to burst out every chance they got.

Looking back now through all that I have written before my break, I just realized how  much I have changed. Or maybe just grew up more and more. Life taught me so many lessons this last year that I feel I am a whole new person. Reborn again with more strength, will, love for the others and most importantly more acceptance. I have new plans, new ideas and a total different view upon my present and future. And I won’t stop writing anymore 🙂

Glad to be here again!