velo sugli occhi

Sometimes life turns into a series of polite smiles and empty answers like ‘everything's fine.’ But inside, it's like ringing in your ears - from not listening to yourself for too long. And then suddenly there comes a moment when you no longer want to be strong, correct, or composed. You just want to breathe, make mistakes, drop a cup, laugh loudly, and cry if you need to.

There is liberation in this sound. It's as if someone has opened a window on a warm evening and allowed you to live authentically: with false starts, with things left unsaid, with sugar threads on the ceiling that still hold but no longer bind. This is not about perfection, but about returning to oneself. It is awkward, lively, and beautiful in its imperfection.