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The Mother Has Gone Away. Ode to Sister Gabriella, the nun of my childhood.
The Mother has gone away. Another of the women who forged what I am, has left this world. I weep, like everyone who has lost their mother. I search for her in my memory, and find her there in an enchanted garden where I spent my childhood. Ring a Ring a Roses; oranges, tangerines and prickly pears in every direction. Ring a Ring a Roses The sisters’ enchanted garden, now is an abandoned forest that has buried the innocence of generations of children. The castle of the little
Mar 5


A Countdown I Couldn’t Join
My apologies. I did not celebrate the New Year. People keep asking me the same question:“So, how did you celebrate New Year’s Eve?” I smile, change the subject, postpone the answer. But maybe it is time to tell the truth. I went to bed at 9:30 pm. I tried not to hear people shouting, toasting, celebrating, or the fireworks exploding over Sydney Harbour. I know—hopeless. Not exactly postcard material or Instagram stories. I am not saying they should have done the same. But I s
Jan 2


Happy New Year
Happy New Year to you who are close to me, and with your arm, you support me on my journey. Happy New Year to you who are far away, we don't see each other anymore, we speak little or not at all, but you are always in my heart and in my memories. Happy New Year to you who hurt me, but your dagger was the key that opened an unexpected future for me. Happy New Year to you, friend of my early youth, you and I have never separated. Happy New Year to you who are no longer here, bu
Jan 1
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