I have the impression that my life is firm in Santorini, a month ago. And my current daily life is just a dream not focused. It’s an effect that makes me travel, for so much time.
When I travel to live it becomes a real and complete experience. Every hour is intense, every minute my eyes fill with new scenarios, my mind is continually working to memorize, learn, understand…
It’s life, this one. It is to live.
I am surprised at how many things we have been able to do on the first day.
On the evening of our arrival we only had the strength to unpack luggage and bed. In the morning we got up early to explore Thira, Santorini’s capital.
Santorini is a small Greek island of volcanic origin in the Cyclades, which means that it was initially a volcano and what is left of it, the entire left pelvis, came after an explosion. It’s all easily deducible by seeing the island from above: Caldera would be the crater now submerged by the sea, inside which there are small islets formed of lava debris (on which they organize small day cruises). The origin of Santorini also explains the cliffs overhanging the sea and the city built mainly on top of the crater. The beaches, however rocky and without sand for the island’s nature, are on the other side, where the land plunges into the sea softly. Continue Reading
On June 10th was my nameday. Of the many things I could do, I had only one wish: Positano.
Although I lived only a few hours from the Amalfi Coast, I missed in Positano for at least 4 years.
I didn’t remember that it’s so small. One of the most touristic towns, with the characteristic promontory crowded of houses on houses, a metaphor of what we are in the world, packed on each other with our lives, stories, dreams, without a real order, without a definite chromium, a chaos of sets that seems to us to understand nothing -inside. But -from outside- you have a poetic vision.
Maybe that’s why it enchants so much, because we feel a little bit of ourselves framed between those stairs and those balconies, overlooking the unknowledge of the infinite sea -the life. Continue Reading
Time is an awareness that -if you have it- can save your life.
It teaches you to concretize the world that comes in your hands, instead of staying there waiting for the world to do something for you.
Time is the balance that weighs, the goldsmith that evaluates the value of every thing, aspect, person, giving you the enthusiasm of who dispute a single poker game playing everything.
The time that passes is the most persuasive spur to action we have. And judge of truth.
It’s all we really have got.
I’m a kind of person who needs to look at the hour a hundred times a day, I try to take advantage of every second at my disposal and optimize every single nook of my days.
Daniel Wellington gift me with a Classy watch embellished with Swarovski, so checking the time becomes almost sublime.
You can use my discount code DASYNKA on www.danielwellington.com till June 15th. Plus DW gives you a watch strap for every watch you buy (except Classic Petite or Dapper). Continue Reading
Do you think it’s easy to do always the right thing?
Always say the right thing?
Always make the right choice?
It isn’t enough that you do the utmost and be in the right part of 90% of the times; it isn’t enough to always be correct; not enough to be right almost always; it’s never enough what you do because it will always come when you are the most exposed branch on the west wind and without shelter, you are vulnerable
at that exact moment,
you do the wrong thing.
No one cares more than all the times when you didn’t. When you are wrong they have finally got a reason to point the finger against you.
It seems they didn’t expect anything else.
The more you are, the more they. Continue Reading
It’s important to reflect and push to the deep meaning of things. Ask. Understand.
This life is a sailing offshore. You can stay idle and live it all without anything but the perception of apparent horizons. A fluid flow of days on days, waves on houres, people on situations.
But if only you had the courage to immerse yourself… To dip you deep. To swim seven leagues under the seas, where the sun doesn’t arrive but overwhelms the dense darkness that swallows the light and releases fear.
Through despair, terror, no air in the lungs, the pressure that crushes the brain, death on you. There, only there, you would discover yourself. You would find the strength and desire of pure survival, anger and determination. And the gills would spit on you, and the ability to cross the dark pain, and that death mound would stick to the skin like the slimy malt of fish -cause you would learn to live with death on you without fear, and you know what exists beyond suffering, beyond the nothingness: the depths of your soul.
The abysses that live in their own light, unknown and beautiful, solitary.
Wonders that shine your eyes. A knowledge that allows you to approach your life differently, you understand the meaning, perceive its weight, understand the direction. Continue Reading
One year ago we were leaving with our parents to Warsaw. It was our last trip. Who would have thought that a year later my sister and I would have had to go alone to solve problems of wills, houses and money at mom’s country, including distant relatives, other language, opposite life.
It was exciting to get back in the house where my grandparents and my mother have lived, where I spent so much time too. I didn’t think to remember so much of my childhood. We lack here for 8 years.
How much history mom kept at her home here. Hundreds of vinyls, endless books on subjects ranging from history to art to literature in different languages all readed (she knew Russian, Ukrainian, Italian, Polish, English, French), thousands of letters and photographs, tea’s services, clothing, university theses (she working as a translator, in cybernetics and as a university teacher of Russian literature).
We don’t know quite what to do with all this history that has collected and put together. We’d like to keep it all with us but would serve a lifetime to see everything. Unimaginable the amount of things.
How many memories in this house. It seems a distant life away. Continue Reading
Someone has stopped asking me how I feel.
It wasn’t a courtesy “how are you?”. It was a while that someone doesn’t care of it, and also I.
It’s something to whom I don’t think from a lot of time. A vacillation that I’ve shown the door, it’s a wind current that shakes the leaf just attached to the branch and that would be fatal. So I put a glass’s bubble to repair the lymph bond that pretends regardless the natural union between the trunk and stem.
But when it happens that the ball cracks slightly, it’s like a gash on a fabric, a Fontana who discovers the underlying structure. A light in the dark. A naked body. The bone to whom I didn’t arrive with the thought. I always stop a moment before.
To the question I could answer that I’m fine because that’s what I want and show; or that are in pieces because that is what I see when through some moments of lowering of defenses -the Fontana, the light in the dark, the body, the bone- it can be for the words of a song or loneliness or a memory. The moments when I see what’s underneath.
People don’t realize how good face to hear these questions and talk about it. Sometimes. Continue Reading
It’s my first bday without mom. Indeed it’s the third year that I spend the day of my birthday without seeing her (two years ago I was in London, last year in the house where I was living to work). Perhaps a nice way of life for me to get used to the idea that from this year I’ll not receive even more her wishes.
Anyway there is my sister to make up for all the love and attention that you might want in an important day like this. Continue Reading