been trying to share a self-portrait to my online readers and friends. Since
each of us carries a baggage, the load of our personal history, our burdens,
then, we develop certain connections according to our personal views or moral
ago, when I was a little girl and lived in a big city with my mother and my Italian
maternal grandmother, I used to gape through the glass wall in our balcony on
the second floor. I was puzzled then, to see so many horses pulling wagons
downstairs in the streets bringing veggies, fruits, small livestock, and other
goods for the peddlers to the sales market place. Local folks gathered there in a rush to buy
cheap food. I was truly astonished to see horses and other farm animals which
were brought to the fair in a big city filled with motorways and cars.
heart would be left astray watching people’s greedy hearts full of wrath. The
fair was taken place on weekends. So, I would hear the hooves on the trotting
stallions approaching the neighborhood, and I would rush to the glass wall to
gape at the feast. I would still do that throughout my lifetime…
little girl around 6 or 7, I could not help feeling betrayed, frustrated and
hurt inside for what my young eyes would have to watch every single weekend,
needless to say what I should conceal about personal things that I witnessed as
a little child.
born a dreamer, an artist, a pro-life living being with all sort of good deeds
inside my young heart. So, it was dreadful for me to catch a glimpse of those
shattered, horrid, bloody memories of my childhood with so many things going on
in the wrong way. My world was rather small, yet then, I began to dream in
expanding my world to further greater ventures with high goals and lasting
little child, I began to think that those grown adults would never become my
role models. In fact, in my childhood, I began to develop the first outlines of
my present philosophy of life. Since my early childhood, I dreamed of living on
top of the mountains surrounded by Mother Nature, birds and other precious
animals. Perhaps, I was dreaming of living in a castle on the hills, a bluish
yonder hill intimately entwined with the valley below.
still hear now, the gallop of those stallions flying freely in the blue
horizon, and I could still hear my throbbing heart on top of the mountain or
gazing out the window.