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About me: 3/4 italian + 1/4 greek.

City girl, I lived in Milan, Rome and London.

And now I am here, in Santorini, the island of my dreams.

Welcome to my world. Nicoletta

About Me

3/4 Italian + 1/4 Greek
City girl, previously in Milan, Rome and London.
Living on Greek Islands since 2017: Santorini, Anafi, and now Syros.
Living my dream and yours.
Nicoletta
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Learning to love can be a difficult subject. To le

Learning to love can be a difficult subject.
To learn and to love.
Two physical acts.
They need focus.
Passion.
Patience.
Training.
Oxygen.
They need silence.

Every day you attempt at something.
To make it work.
Will it?

I named it 'Patience Property', the place where I

I named it 'Patience Property', the place where I live.

It can take a while to get yourself up there.
It can take a while even to drink coffee.

I had a look at my notes.
A name I don't remember.
A bare sentence, 'I never go in'.
A Sex message.
The possible title of my book.
Things people told me about myself, that I like.
Things I wrote down when I was high, or very low.
Recipes.

I wake up early so that I have the feeling that I have more time.
I fill my days with things.
The more I do, the less time I think I have.
I go to sleep. And then again.
My laundry changes every day. But stay there more than one.

I rarely escape from my home.
And when I do, I always bump into the same person.

Foggy.

I wanna forget bad days. I wanna forget good days

I wanna forget bad days.
I wanna forget good days when it’s a bad day.

I wanna forget the things I want to tell.
I can't forget the things I write.

I sometimes remember things I didn't know I'd forgotten.

Laying down. I feel the heat of the day in my back

Laying down.
I feel the heat of the day in my back.
Indulging in the warmth on my skin.
I open my eyes.
A plane crosses the sky.
I wave, rippling. Softly.
Do you see me?

I had more than 2000 emails unread. Now I have 0.

I had more than 2000 emails unread.
Now I have 0.
There mustn't have been something important there.
They gave me a kind of comfort.
Knowing that someone was waiting for an answer. Maybe.

I feel as if I were floating on the sea.
My legs and arms, lightly touch the water.
Looking, with my closed eyes, at the sky.

I imagine a shadow, caressing me.
Fondly.
I don't sink.

It takes time to get used to the noises of a new h

It takes time to get used to the noises of a new home.

My island is a country house, surrounded by gardens and vineyards.

A church as well, to protect me from what?

In the distance the sea.

The stars at night.

The dogs are barking.

The cats, fighting.

I can only hear my music.

And my heartbeat.

I wish someone would miss me as much as I miss all the places I lived.

LOVE LETTER TO ANAFI Two years came to an end, th

LOVE LETTER TO ANAFI

Two years came to an end, the same way they started.
It was intense, it was a challenge, it was beautiful.
It was unforgettable.
It ended before all these feelings vanished.

I will miss everything and everyone.
I will miss raising my hand every 2 minutes while driving.
I will miss listening to people complaining about the way I park my car.
I will miss chatting with kids and older people.
I will miss my morning coffees with the ladies talking about love affairs.
I will miss crying from my balcony when things did not go the way I wanted.
I will miss all the sunrises.
I will miss the wind.
I will miss all the hugs that people gave me before leaving, even those ones that did not want to say bye.

I arrived as an independent person.
I leave as self-sufficient.
There is an ocean in between the two things.
And it's always the Aegean.

I’ll be your window. You’ll be my mirror.

I’ll be your window.
You’ll be my mirror.

I rarely lose stuff. I have a list of things I th

I rarely lose stuff.

I have a list of things I thought I had lost which I actually didn't.
One sock. I found it outside of my hotel room, in the corridor.
A necklace I adored. I found it after weeks in the gasket around the washing machine porthole.

I always remember where I put my stuff and I can travel back in time and see where I last saw them.

The only thing I lost in all these years and transfers from country to country is a small round pin with a simple word on it "Whatever". I always think about it with fondness, I still remember where I bought it, at the Freud Museum in London maybe 8 years ago.

And, I once lost a pair of jeans. I don't know where. If I did, I would wear them today.

The weather is the only thing that matters in the life I chose.
It's the only thing that surely makes me happy or less happy during the day.
Chances I will be happy depending on how the day starts.

'Pink sunrise bad weather is coming'.

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