Photos are doors to passageways.
They connect me.
Who I was; what I am
it’s all the one thing.
I am built on who I was;
I build on who I was.
Past and present collide
and are one.
In this moment, I feel excitement bouncing
around my heart as I stare into a picture of me
with my beautiful friend Flora
and I am the girl I was,
In this moment, my fingers tingle
looking at my baby Carlo’s smooth
He’s a young man today
And my baby too.
Now, in this precise minute, I breathe in the delicate sweetness
of the chestnut flowers
that blossomed in my mother-father’s land in Lunigiana.
If past and present are one,
Then the future lives here too.