Do you ever think that in a hundred years you will most likely no longer be here?
There will be a hint of you.
A faint breeze that will slip through the green leaves of the mountain forests or that will ripple the salty sea of ​​the Earth. I think about it often. And I am happy. I live life with some uncertainty, with different and strange fears and some restlessness but also with a profound regard for the Time at my disposal.
My name is Michela, I am a woman, I like the small pleasures of existence, I am satisfied when necessary but I fight for what is really important, I love animals and people who smile and good food. I only really write on rare occasions, only when I want to convey an emotion or when I want to get rid of it. Because, I strongly believe, that it is important to know how to "ration" words, choosing them with respect, handling them with extreme care.
Maybe that's why it took me so long to introduce myself. I would like to choose only words that can convey my authenticity, hidden every day behind the many roles I "wear"; the counterfeit clothes of ourselves.
Yet, I am that breeze, yes that very one. I feel like I am the breeze that in this moment, you who read me, feel refreshing your face and giving birth to a smile. Or dry your tears. That breeze that carries myself with it. And who with these few words I described and described me. This is me, so if you ever want to imagine me, think of me as this simple, fresh, gentle breeze.