Memories

I keep them in a wooden box with holiday postcards, which I received from school friends. The first was oblong in a hard, silver cover with the inscription Diary. Another had a heart shape, and another was locked with a padlock to which I still have the key. In high school, it was time for notebooks in nice binding, of which two were written in full, green and red. I am currently writing in a large, leather-bound book with thick pages.

A friend brought her from Florence.

I used to describe events, today I put on paper my very personal reflections resulting from observations, inspiring meetings

and participation in various events.

In my diaries you can find photographs dear to me, blades of grass or dried flowers, even those broken at the Mediterranean Sea during the holidays in the nineties. Some, though faded, are beautifully preserved.

In the future I intend to hand over the chest with sentimental content to Anna Marianna, my daughter. Once I received similar notes from my grandmother Veronica and I know that such a gift allows reaching the deepest recesses of the donor's soul. On this journey I would like to send my Anne.