Non potrei farne a meno! E’ come il battito del mio cuore, il mio respiro, il sorriso di mia figlia. Scrivere mi ha 

Scrivere mi ha salvata dai mille spostamenti di casa che ho fatta da bambina, dai cambiamenti delle scuole e da tutte le volte che ho dovuto ricominciare da zero. Mi ha salvata quando da ragazzina venivo presa in giro o quando i miei amici hanno iniziato ad usare la droga. Scrivere mi ha aiutato a capire meglio gli altri e a imparare a riflettere; mi ha aiutata a conoscere meglio me stessa e a prendere consapevolezza di chi ero senza averne paura o sentirmene in colpa. Scrivere per me è una necessità, un’energia fluida e magnetica di cui non posso fare a meno. La scrittura mi ha fatto tanta compagnia soprattutto tutte le volte che mi sono sentita sola o quando mi dicevano che dovevo essere diversa da quello che ero e io non riuscivo ad
essere me stessa perché non abbastanza forte. Scrivere è così tanto importante per me che ho lottato tutta la mia vita per farlo diventare il mio lavoro, finchè ce l’ho fatta. Sono consapevole del fatto che arrivare dal mondo della moda 
mi ha aiutata molto  e sono onorata che gli stilisti mi apprezzino e siano felici di vestirmi con i loro abiti, poichè mentre loro mi vestono con le loro collezioni, io posso indossare quella che sono: una donna che ama scrivere come se stessa. Scrivere, scrivere e ancora scrivere fino all’ ultimo respiro….. fino all’ ultimo abito..

Ph. Verdiana Ramina

English 

I could not help it! E ‘as the beating of my heart, my breath, the smile of my daughter. Writing saved me so many times that if mettessi all in a row today, maybe I would not believe it myself. Writing saved me a thousand trips home that I made as a child, by the changes of the schools and all the times that I had to start from scratch. He was saved when I was a young girl teasing or when my friends started using drugs. Writing has helped me to better understand others and to learn how to think; It helped me to know myself better and to become aware of who I was without being afraid or sentirmene guilty. Writing for me is a necessity, fluid and magnetic energy that I can not do without. The writing has made me a lot of company especially every time I felt alone or when they told me I had to be different from what I was and I was not able to be myself why not strong enough. Writing is so important to me that I have fought all my life to make it my job, as long as I did. I am aware that arrive from the fashion world . It helped a lot and I’m honored that designers appreciate me and are happy to dress with their clothes, because while they dress me with their collections, I can wear what I am: a woman who loves to write as herself. Write, write and write again until the ‘last breath ….. until the’ last dress ..

Today is Tuesday, a sunny Tuesday in late September. September. My favorite month, love the cycles of the season and this month represents them well … Today I treated myself to a walk. Yes, before you start working and locking myself in the daily routine, I made 4 passes out of touch, out of everything. It is good for me, good to die completely detach, detach even from myself. Enter a dimension where they are not anything else but my essence, that Nicole with difficulty listening during my weeks fast and intense. As I walked and breathed the air Settembrina, the head had only a ‘one picture of my child Geneva, that’ angel descended to me from some other world. He slept. I love to watch her sleep, it does not seem real. She and I lay on the bed, that I cuddle for her to sleep. They have our moments, absolutely alone ours. I did not think of her at that time but only at that wonderful landscape where I was immersed, was inevitable and my thoughts as always went out of her …. Only a mother can understand what a child is able to give. Looking at the sky, I realized that only my daughter can give me all the love I need. No one has ever smile as she smiles at me. Nobody ever hugged me as she hugs me. When I go to take it all ‘asylum runs towards me, I do not even see it and instead you from any point where he is, I can see. When opening the door, I run towards me like a rocket. Always smiling. Sometimes it is so happy that she cries, I jump in my arms and kissed me everywhere. When ever a human being before she was so happy to see me? Every day I defended by all, no one can touch me, including her father. Trouble. I’m just her. As I walked back I crossed the road a bunny and his little (I live in the countryside and I love the place where I live because of what he offers me). I watched the two bunnies and once again the image of the two of us together took place. I thought about how I was lucky to have her, is a love so great, difficult to explain in words. I love my daughter in every corner of its essence. The always I love, without compromise. There will be time and distance that take. It ‘a unique bond. A love different from that which binds me to his dad. She taught me that I can go down more deeply, I can swallow even love without being afraid, without ever being satisfied. There is so much space inside me that not even know I had, and she is the center of all, she taught me what love is.