still

In my next life I want to be a thunderstorm.

ringo

When life smileys at you again.

home

At home for Easter.
It's the emotional equivalent of going back to one's mother's womb.

laundry

Did I ever told you about my laundry nights?
The nights when I go up to the last floor to hang the clothing and then I step out onto the terrace and look at the sky and “Please turn me into a bird please turn me into a bird” is something you could hear if you were really really close to me.

lunch

My current crisis is a crisis of trust.
You can't trust nobody.
That, my friend, is an indisputable fact.
Thank God for sushi.

termini

“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“How's life?”
“Pretty decent. Yours?”
“I've had better lives.”

lollipop

Life never ceases to amaze me.

metrò

And yes, I'm still looking for my stop.