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  • Ho molti ricordi della mia infanzia.

    Quando ero piccola e non andavo ancora alla scuola elementare mi capitava di trascorrere del tempo a giocare da sola nel giardino della mia casa.
    Nel mio quartiere non c'erano bambini, avrei avuto molti amici solo più tardi.
    Ricordo delle giornate fredde ma assolate, la luce dorata prima del tramonto scaldava i muri della casa.
    Il naso e le guance erano gelati e rossi e mi sentivo benissimo.
    Ogni sasso per terra nascondeva una storia.
    Chiamavo quelli "i pomeriggi". E' la mia idea di serenità.

    I have a lot of memories of my childhood.
    When I was little and I wasn't in primary school yet, I used to spend time playing alone in the garden of my house.
    In my neighborhood there were no children, I met my friends later.
    I remember some cold but sunny days, golden light before sunset warming the walls of the house.
    The nose and cheeks were red and cold and I felt great.
    Every stone on the ground hid a story.
    I called those "the afternoons". It 's my idea of ​​serenity.

    Photo by Carla Toffoloni
    (My parent's home, that one.)
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