Family

Family is love.

Family is passion.

Family is life.

Together.

All you need is love

She looked at him. His eyes. Blue, were reflecting the whole world for her.
Those things that matter. For her. For him.
She felt something. Her heart was trying to talk to her. To tell her something.
Something she did not want to hear. Something she was trying to ignore.
Something she already ignored so many times, too many times, scared.
All she wanted was him.
His eyes, his arms. His looks, his hugs.
Hearing and feeling his heart beating.
She just wanted to be loved.

What is it?

What is it?
What is that guides you?
Is it hope? dreams? beliefs?
Is it the sun? The moon? The stars?
Your eyes? Heart?
I believe is love.
Love is all you need.

Interview

Dalla bozza di un assignment...

We started school when we were mostly 6 and just a few of us went to school all the way through.
Elementary school was obligatory, but the kids who lived far away, in the countryside had to help the parents with the work in the fields and pasture the cows and the animals.
I remember my very first day of school. I was really excited, I wanted to meet other children and play with them, that’s what school meant to me at the time.
It was October 1st and after a big breakfast my mum, my brothers and I walked to school.
The school was probably 1 km away and it did not take more than 20 minutes to get there.
We were all wearing a smock (white for me and black for my two brothers), with a ribbon each of a different color and an old used bag with a notebook and a pencil in.
My hair was wearing a ponytail, and my brothers’ hair was really short.
Underneath the smock I was wearing my best outfit, and so did my brother, although it was not visible.
My mum was making sure that we all knew what to do, where to go, how to behave. “Be polite, listen to the teachers, pay attention, enjoy, enjoy, enjoy.” That’s what she told us.
When we got there I saw a bunch of kids playing, some crying, some waving at the parents.
My brothers, both older than me, immediately went to talk and play with their friends from the past years and left me alone, as always.
I was excited, scared curious. I did not know what to expect, and I wanted to find out as soon as possible how school was. My brothers always described it as a really cool thing, but quiet hard. They liked to mess around and talk a lot with the other kids, and not to study a lot.
I looked up at my mum, and I shyly smiled at her.
She huddles and hugged me. In that moment I did not want to leave my mum’s arms for any reason. There I could feel I was deeply loved.
She kissed me on the forehead, she told me she was proud of me and gave me a piece of cake.
I smiled again and I started walking, but after a few steps I turned around and ran to hug her and tell her that I loved her.
As I was walking to my class I experienced fear. The one that comes from the stomach, that leaves you lost. I was walking by myself, I was growing up.
I was looking at the signs on the doors to see which one was my classroom.
The lady told me first floor, right and then left.
I barely knew which one was right and which one the other one.
When I finally found my classroom I walked in and I picked a seat on the front. I sat down and started looking around.
The room was a tiny little area with more or less 20 desks, a bigger desk for the teacher, a blackboard and a small wooden cupboard in one of the corners.
The desks were rectangular, there were racks on the right side so that we could put the notebooks and books, once we would get ours.
When the bell rang the teacher stood up in front of us and introduced herself.
She was wearing a pink dress, with blue and purple flowers. She looked beautiful at my eyes, and her voice was so sweet and soothing that I was soon staring at her smiling.
She said she was going to teach us Italian, Math, Geography, Religion, History, Art and handwriting and all that sounded awesome to me.
My class consisted of 18 girls in fact boys and girls were divided into two different parts of the building.
We did not do a lot the first day, we pretty much spent time knowing each other and starting learning the alphabet.
We also drew some pictures and we hung some of them on the wall. I remember I tried my best because I wanted it to be hung, so I decided to draw a house with some trees, because I knew I could make it good. Of course I wanted to make a good impression, and to show how good and smart I was to my new teacher.
Sooner than I expected, the bell rang, that meant school was done.
I put my stuff in the bag, looked at the teacher, said “goodbay”, and started going to where I left my mum in the morning. Smiling.
My brothers were already there and they were arguing as always.
I saw my mum, I ran to her and hugged her. I was so happy and so excited that I wanted to tell her everything, every little detail. I told her how my class looked, where I sat, how my classmates were, how the teacher was.
I was so happy!
Like everyday, after school, my brothers had to take the cows to pasture, while I helped my mum taking care of my younger siblings and of the house. Sometimes we would have some friends over and we would all play together and make our dolls. After dinner, kids, parents and grandparents would all meet around the fire place and tell stories. What happened during the day and scary stories, the ones kids liked the most… But once they had to sleep by them selves… Well then they did not like them so much!