Cecilia GrimaldiLe Tue ManiLe tue mani. Mi sfiorano la schiena e toccano i ricordi di una vita che avremmo potuto avere. È strano come possa mancarmi così tanto…Jul 8, 2019Jul 8, 2019
Cecilia GrimaldiRicordi Diversamente TimidiTe lo ricordi bene. Te lo ricordi come se fosse ieri: la schiena tesa e inarcata come fanno i bambini quando li si spinge a fare qualcosa…Jun 14, 2019Jun 14, 2019
Cecilia GrimaldiUn tè con due estraneiNon sembrano conoscersi da molto tempo. Me lo dice l’imbarazzo quasi adolescenziale che hanno nel guardarsi negli occhi. Anche l’assenza…May 30, 2019May 30, 2019
Cecilia GrimaldiIf you askif I miss your hands? Sure I do — I miss your hands opened for me, on me.May 13, 2019May 13, 2019
Cecilia GrimaldiinLit UpDead StarAre you trying to save yourself or rather to save me from you? Do you want me to forget that you exist, is that what you want?Apr 8, 2019Apr 8, 2019
Cecilia Grimaldiinthe CafeTime ZoneListen to me New Day, let time go fast and rich your end soon.Apr 7, 20191Apr 7, 20191
Cecilia GrimaldiWe Can Count on Bees, but Can Bees Count?Originally published in Back To BiosApr 5, 2019Apr 5, 2019
Cecilia GrimaldiinPublishousLike Oil and WaterShe pressed faster this time: the sound came out sharper, but it still lacked accuracy. ‘Again,’ she thought, ‘I need to try once again.’Aug 29, 2018Aug 29, 2018