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Enzo’s story My studio is my second home; is where I feel at ease all the time. From this place depart my most beloved creations. It is like a sanctuary with its polished wooden floor in shades of browns that delights the eye. That magic is made here and today is no exception. I have to look my very best.
Anna’s storyThis is a whole new me, an improved version but with the same pain and rage. I just want to also have a new life but that is nearly impossible. A new life doesn’t come like a present with pretty little bindings on top of it nor can you open it like that. To gain more you have to brace the sensation of fe
Enzo’s storyItaly, a fancy restaurant by the seaThe ocean breeze whispers like a lover to its pair ear.
Anna’s storySitting there petrified I am thinking that maybe cemeteries are not a place where life ends but the beginning of a new one, where every flower is in bloom; a place I can celebrate Marco’s rebirth but also say a proper goodbye to him.
Anna’s storyHer hug is gentle yet strong, delicate yet powerful. I am more alive than I have ever been to Marco’s death. Wrapping those arms around me like that give me strengths and hope that there is still healing. My every muscle loses their tension and begins to relax. All of a sudden her arm starts to move up and down my back slowly, gently with the sole i