Odyssey of the Heart

Cleanse me in magical waters, among the stars. 
A fantastic alchemy, I hear the echo of your yes that caresses me, with tenderness, unripe enthusiasm. 
I leave this love, Lost at sea.

Cleanse

I held my breath from our last greeting, as I was immersed in a cobalt blue sea, I searched for the treasures of the abyss. But nothing is like before and the surface is far away now, swimming among ruins and relics of forgotten civilizations I can only think of you. Ive been in apnea since you left. Leave me Lost at sea.

Apnea

Dancing under the moonlight, as sisters, witches, women. Celebrating the power of life and love, in circle they move and repair what has been broken. The truth wont stay hidden for much longer, under the moonlight.

Witches" Sabbath

Love comes with pain, love comes with fear, the fear of losing you has been the strongest fear Ive ever felt in my life, and yet it did not prevent it from happening. 

Life could be surprising at times, all we have believed could turn upside down in the connection we found with another soul. That is all that takes, one human being to hold you as the entire gravity of the world would depend on that single simple gesture.

I have loved you more than I loved myself, but it is because of your own love for me that I learned how to love myself too. You taught me the most important lessons of all: love, if pure, is never a losing game. 

It might feel now that history is all you have left me, but that is not completely true, you left me the joy of those playful days, the joy of having my heart exploding everytime I looked into your eyes and found the entire universe in them. 

 And in our journey of becoming everyday someone else we were always finding new ways to discover each other and keep flowing as the waters of the world.

Yellow and Blue were you and I, a perfect match of emotions, love and loss, power and surrender.  
Ive let you go, but I will never stop holding you close to my heart.

Dive into the waters

Clio, the Muse

From the sea of knowledge and love,  
A muse of arts doth rise above,  
With gentle grace and beauty bright,  
She brings to life the artist"s sight.  
Her eyes hold stories yet untold,  
Her laughter echoes, clear and bold,  
She dances on the waves of thought,  
And all who see her are caught.  
In her embrace, the world doth glow,  
With colors bright and winds that blow,  
The muse of arts, a source of fire,  
A flame that fuels our hearts" desire.

This is the original art created for the NFT YEARBOOK art cover  
airdropped to the collector of the digital copy of the book

Clio

As moonlight weaves its magic spell, Love"s symphony within us swells. The Flower Moon, a celestial guide, Inviting us to cast love wide, To cherish, nurture, and caress, And in its beauty, find happiness.

Let this lunar radiance inspire, A garden of love, hearts set afire. May kindness bloom, like flowers in May, And love"s essence never fade away. Under the Flower Moon"s eternal gaze, Our love shall flourish in endless ways.

Flower Moon

In the grand theater of existence, life swirls in a graceful dance, an eternal waltz of souls. Each step, a moment, fleeting and precious, like petals carried by the wind. In this symphony of emotions, joy intertwines with sorrow, love embraces heartache, and hope pirouettes with despair. The rhythm pulsates through every being, guiding us through the tapestry of experience. With each twirl and leap, we find purpose in the exquisite chaos, embracing the cadence of growth and transformation. And as the final curtain falls, we remain enraptured, forever moved by the enchanting dance of life.

Dance of life

Artwork created for and exhibited at the Love Is Louder show at Ninfa Labs for Pride month in Milan, 19-24/06/2023

I have found myself adrift in the depths of despair, where shadows lingered and sorrows spoke, like a shipwreck at sea. But how lovely it is when fate"s tides sweep us to redemption! A phoenix erupted from the ashes of my history, its fiery wings expanding, and my heart was resurrected in triumphant splendor from the ashes of my past.

The weight of pain vanished into the ether, leaving behind a tremendous sensation of liberty. A symphony of resilience coursed through my veins like a wind-whispered tune. I accepted the beauty of scars in this empowering transformation because they bore witness to the battles waged and the strength that had awoken inside me.

The past became a tapestry woven with wisdom strands, propelling me into a future embellished with unlimited opportunity. In this rebirth dance, I realized that even in the midst of turbulent oceans, one may find refuge, regeneration, and a route to thrive.

Now I turn to you, Milan, cradle of my dreams and heart incubator. 
You gathered me from the hills to summon me to join your flower collection. Every morning, the hammering sound of your concrete breath woke me awake.  
And I grew and bloomed again, seduced by your siren melody. I let myself to be guided by your lights and streets. On sleepless nights in your kind, cruel arms, I found myself filled with life. I could hear your voice calling and instructing me. And each time you caught me, you abandoned me like a bundle of roses to dry on your hot asphalt. 

You were inside me, flowing through my veins like your infrastructure arteries, pointing directly to a black heart, mine, which, like yours, had lost touch with love.

Oh my Milan, you will forever be the city where I could not know love.

Farewell, I now rest my mind upon the shore, gazing at distant lights" reflections. Near the waters that birthed me, I rise once more.

May this work caress all who"ve felt out of place, devoid of love and peace. Seek what makes your heart soar, follow that path, and never glance back.

Love is Louder

Rise of my Heart

A fallen angel weeps in the midst of a roaring storm, forsaken by grace. His once-majestic wings now in tatters, their magic gone, adrift at sea, where waves of anguish rage. All that remains is a memento of his faith, an insignificant spark of hope in the midst of terrible misery. He is lost in the abyss, anxiously searching for a way out, a gleaming beacon leading to the dawn he fears would never come.