back to the city, a poem

”how can I return to the hotel room where I cried, realizing what I have done to myself?”

The Pondering of Being

Then your lungs start to constrict. It’s like the air is on a strike and refuses to go down your throat. Your entire ribcage starts alerting the system that something might be wrong. A glitch. Perhaps it’s a false alarm this time. Perhaps a little sleep will reset you. Perhaps you will wake up brand new tomorrow.

“Aftersun”, a reflection (and a short poem)

Aftersun by the brilliant Charlotte Wells is a splendid yet very painful movie to watch, especially if you’ve been dealing with depression yourself. A lesson in storytelling, with characters which, to me, were very evocative of Murakami’s.

“Banshees of Inisherin”. On grief of being ghosted by your closest friend

Have you ever lost a friend and wondered for years what happened for them to suddenly remove you from their lives? Have you ever replied the last conversations in your mind, trying to find traces of something that might have been wrong, looking for signals that you might have missed or completely refused to see? Because I did. I did and felt all of the above. And it left emptier with each new person who vanished from my life.

Love Confession on Valentine’s Day

on lovers’ day i celebrated
a love so grand, so pure, so luminous, one that i’ve never given to myself before.

Welcome back to Alta’s World, a letter

I’ve been gone from this place for a couple of years. The truth is, I could not find the words to keep telling my stories. To describe what I was going through.

Standing still, a poem

here’s to another season of sailing cold waters, looking for that island of sun and gold.

testament, a confession

but sometimes i am light that’s been cast on a wall by a sole mistake of the universe.

let go, a prayer

let go of old loves , of friends who no longer ask ‘how are you’, of enemies you made up in you head

poem to the one i miss the most

i can feel all that rage i used to have
all that darkness, all that emptiness turning into something that, in time, might become as bright as the light itself.