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When I was in places in the corners of the world and with people who didn’t speak like me, I thought I would miss my language.
And an easy conversation.
Now I ride the subway a lot. Pick a line, pick a stop, pop up like magic.
No one is curious here. Why is no one curious?
Is your bubble so big that you can’t see the world around you? 
Or do you just not care to look.

I’d like to see my friends a lot.
I miss secrets, weak knees, sore ribs
And falling asleep tangled in each other’s hair.

Tonight I was four again, holding my breath and watching the sky. A small tug to keep me up and so
I had to pull the moon under my skin,
Let it know we were friends forever.


(4am Somewhere in London)

09 June 2014     2:38 pm

When I was in places in the corners of the world and with people who didn’t speak like me, I thought I would miss my language.
And an easy conversation.
Now I ride the subway a lot. Pick a line, pick a stop, pop up like magic.
No one is curious here. Why is no one curious?
Is your bubble so big that you can’t see the world around you?
Or do you just not care to look.

I’d like to see my friends a lot.
I miss secrets, weak knees, sore ribs
And falling asleep tangled in each other’s hair.

Tonight I was four again, holding my breath and watching the sky. A small tug to keep me up and so
I had to pull the moon under my skin,
Let it know we were friends forever.


(4am Somewhere in London)

Mama working - Certaldo, Italy

05 June 2014     5:32 am

Mama working - Certaldo, Italy

05 June 2014     5:31 am

Bell tower; Cute boy in a window - Orvieto, Italy

How quiet.
How quiet you are,
Holding my hand every minute, too tight
Scared of the warmth, flesh, don’t go
Please don’t come close tonight.
And you will stay with me
It’s okay. Fear of the same things,
Partners in crime
You and I.

05 June 2014     5:30 am

05 June 2014     5:23 am

Sunrise over trash; Nuns having fun - Bolonga, Italy

Why did they come to clean up the dark?
There was only youth here,
A truth in the way it all fell apart
And we got lost in our night
Clumsy and shallow, in the way we left our mark.

05 June 2014     5:20 am

Through the window - Bologna, Italy

05 June 2014     5:09 am

Through the window - Bologna, Italy

I am so restless, breathless in the things I do. The days are long here and it is best, like most things, in the beginning and the end. I like each silent conversation. I like to listen to the strange sound of kids laughing in the night. I like a lack of common language giving way to these smaller, sweeter things.

(Bologna, Italy)

05 June 2014     5:01 am

My parents - Bologna, Italy

05 June 2014     4:55 am

My parents - Bologna, Italy

"Light. The visible reminder of invisible light."

05 June 2014     4:54 am

"Light. The visible reminder of invisible light."

s.t.