What perfume are you, almost as if asking what your distinctive trait is. It doesn’t have a unique scent, I like to try many, to change. My absolute favorite is still coco mademoiselle, but I’ve tried and bought many. Then there was the one who slept with two drops of
It’s already been a year since I’ve been deaf. On October 22, I had the first operation (the first of four) on my left ear, and within two days I completely lost my right hearing. These are the Sordamaldestra things. So here in London I decided to celebrate for two
There you have it, the first official photo of London. The shard in the background, the gray-blue sky (because it always rains a lot), drives it backwards … in short, in the end London is not that bad. The sordamaldestra in me has not yet settled down well, in fact
There is no perfect therapy. I learned that if one medicine is good for one thing, it is bad for ten others. But as usual, she should be laughed at. Then my autoimmune disease is treated with cyclophosphamide, which is a chemotherapy drug, quite light, but chemotherapy always remains. I’ve
Guess who I am seems like a psychologist’s question, a psychotherapist’s question. In short, from those introspective things. Instead, I speak in a much simpler way than guessing who I am in the portrait. Well I’m the last one at the bottom right, with crazy hair, star-studded trousers and a
We are in October, … autumn, cold, dark soon, I change now … in short, what a bad time … but no! If anything, these thoughts are made in November, a really bad month … but not in October! Except that for me October is my biggest defeat, a year
“It’s Nothing” … how many times have we said, affirmed, whispered. Me a lot, and most of the time it wasn’t true. Now, as a deaf person, I realize how much it hurts to be told “it’s nothing”.You are there, concentrated, trying to understand and you are told “it’s nothing”,
It’s weird for a deaf person like me, but today I just don’t want to hear. It seems to live in the world of idiots. You talk and say you can’t hear well on the phone … nothing, as unspoken. They call the same. So the voice message … which
Two years ago I went to Umbria for the first time. I had been sick for a few months, the disease had not yet run its course but it was beginning to manifest itself and a holiday in Umbria seemed to me a good idea. In short, it was a
I feel like coffe again. It makes me laugh and be happy. I understand that for many this desire of mine makes no sense, but for me it doesn’t. When you are sick, or rather, when I was in the grip of illness (now we have a cordial relationship) I
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