I have loved and been loved. I’ve had my share of highs and lows, pains and joys. I have shattered dreams of the most precious people in my life in the name of happiness. And on the road to happiness I’ve been free but also a prisoner of circumstances of choices. My ship is slowly approaching the final port. Hélas, I can no long let the freedom of the wind take over my sails. For this last stretch you are only allowed to board my ship if you can feed my soul, my hearth, my body. Make me laugh, believe in me, trust me, give me the space I need, feel our presence in the absence, or alone I should sail home with the freedom of the winds.

There are many kinds of trees and they all start with a seed. An oak is meant to be an oak, whatever shape or form it will take. Leave it grow in its proper surroundings and it will grow to be a beautiful tree, showing all the beauties of an…

Where do we come from? Where do we go? Who are we? From nothing to nothing: we are everything Our life began at conception. There was absolutely nothing before that. And we have an expiry date. Whatever life we have it happens right here and now. That’s it, that’s all. …

Sitting on a terrace near the walls of San Gimignano. Behind me, the rooftops of terracotta, red brick houses, closed shutters. Before me, the scene is unveiling. Undulating fields of valleys, hills, and mounds. One ends and the other begins. Dark greens, light greens, shaded greens. Pines, oaks, and elms…

Bliss is a little space in time. Where the mind is freed from the daily routine And the soul is in harmony with the living moment. Together we move as one with ecstasy and complete abandonment. All of this becomes one unique moment in time; A capsule. These capsules of blisses are rare. And what a difference it makes If you own the key to the chest where these capsules are found.

I believe if one wants to make changes within then these changes must be dealt by going to the core of the issues. Ex; When we are experiencing stress or worry we can take medicine or meditate or do yoga or drink or spend an evening with friends or take…

Running is for losers. I mean isn’t running boring? It’s not fast enough to get anywhere on time when you are in a hurry, not slow enough to allow one to concentrate on something. Never mind the misery you put your body through when you throw 175 pounds from one…

I turned twice the key of my door lock of the Ridgewood avenue apartment on the slopes of Mount-Royal. I slowly walked out to wait for the taxi, in a cool afternoon in April 2006. I packed light for the ten-day trip; back sack, no phone, no camera, and no…

It was on the 24th of September 1965, the day I turned 10 years old that we left San Vittore del Lazio, a small town some 150 km south of Rome. We left our aunt’s house very early in the morning to go to Naples where the ship Queen Frederica…