mytorturedpoems
This book is my own little « Zibaldone », a patchwork of thoughts, poems and half-shaped stories that, like Leopardi's notebook, weren't meant to be read by anyone at first.
I started this book just to keep these fragments from disappearing, just because they are part of my journey as a writer.
There's no single theme holding these pages together. Some fragments came from sleepless nights, others from brief sparks of clarity. Together, they trace the small evolution of a writer who's still learning how to listen to her own voice ;)
Also, I let each thought choose its own language. Italian, French, English, or something in between: each piece carries its own voice, born exactly as it arrived.
This isn't a finished book: it's a living one, made of everything that refused to stay silent inside me.
To anyone who happens to read these pages: thank you for stopping by this little corner of thoughts. May you find, between these words, something that quietly echoes within you too!
Have a gentle read!
~ Your tortured poet ♡