Ogni mattina, nell'incertezza e con il sole già alto,scelgo di rinascere, Donna

Every morning, in deep uncertainty and with the sun already high in the sky, I choose to come back to life ¬– a Woman.

Woman –
a creature
I care so much for,
so precious,
I see every day
abused in a thousand different ways,
often with feminine permission.
Woman –
complex,
unfathomable essence,
multitasking,
a thousand boxes to open and disclose.
Woman –
the one I care for,
the one I love more, is the one who does not yet exist
not as one person.
For the moment she’s only
a composition of
the sweetest contradictions and
neverending uncertainties.
Woman –
the one I care for
is
the one including everything:
Herself
the good Man
and the Universe.

Cuban cigar boxes, given to me by a friend, become the place of my femininity, of my memories as a woman and, before this, as a girl who grew up in a family of women.
Different boxes, containing poetry, little objects discarded by people that here regain new dignity, gracefulness and value.

Being a Woman, nowadays, in Italy, is a difficult choice I renew every day, in the privacy of my room.