About Ciarle

Sono donna e felice di esserlo: per accettazione, convivenza forzata con me stessa, continuo sostegno nei periodi bui e grande soddisfazione per ogni conquista ottenuta. Amo tutte le sfumature dell'essere donna e ogni incoerenza che vi si associa. Donna si nasce, ma soprattutto si vive con fierezza. I'm a woman and happy to be one: because I accepted it, because of the forced coexistence with myself, always supporting in the dark moments and the great satisfaction with every accomplishment. I love every shade of being woman and every contradiction that comes with it. Woman is something you 're born in, but above all is something to live proudly.

The podium deasese

When did we loose the ability to empathize? Somewhere, along the line, we understood that freedom of speech meant we’re entitled to be our best judgemental assholes selves. That has to change. You don’t right a wrong with nastiness. Self-centerd people are always ready to point fingers. It’s sickening the way we trait each other. We all speak from a podium of ignorance, pretending understanding for ourselves. Giving back nothing ’cause we always have bigger issues to solve. Kindness comes from the best place. Filtered words are not lies, it’s a considerate way to not hurt others feelings. Always the truth, always compassion and a gentle heart.

The embrace

I crave a tight embrace as much as I hate it. It’s so powerful it should mean good feelings. It’s a “welcome home”. It’s “I’ve got your back”. It’s “I feel for you”. It’s “I’ll make it better”. It should never be forced. It’s not righting wrongs. I’m a special place myself as you are. Let’s celebrate with big hugs that are good for the heart. Otherwise, step back. And keep your mask.

Orange is Tyranny

The more they spray the tan,

The more they hate

They’re color blind

Choosing the same old brand.

Orange was the New Black

Orange is the New Tyranny.

They put us in boxes

To contain the chances

Oh, we’ll break free

Above gender color faith

It’s your thought: keeep it!

Knowledge is the key.

Look for the truth

Always vigilant.

Your battle is The battle.

Next time, next life

Next time. It will be next time. When I’ll be stronger, better settled. Next time, next life. I’ll be my person, I’ll make my own rules. I’ll be fierce, proud and whole. I’ll count my wins and losses and never I’ll drown. My mind will be my fortress. Next time, next life. I’ll make mistakes to wear and show. I’ll be so good to myself. Next time, next life.

Memories blanket

The soft embrace of your childhood memories, still can take you there. It’s a smell, a voice, your carefree gaze. I lost the dreams, the nightmares as well. It’s a sleepless night sometimes. Day by day. Between a laugh and a cry. I cover in those memories from time to time, the warm blanket for a loving goodnight.

Pledge of love

Don’t you worry. When you’ll face the harsh and tough, I’ll be there. When you fight with your fears, scared to your bones, your hand in mine. I’ll be there to dry your tears and make you smile. I’ll hold you tight when you’re cold inside. I see your scars and the healing you had to survive. I’ll be there when you’ll be losing faith. I’ll show you the bright colors you put in my eyes. I’ll be there to love you, body and soul. May the world be blind to our struggles, I’ll be there because you’re mine.

The time has come (to understand)

There are times when the picture is clear. Frozen in place, standing we can see, all the dirt, the falling dust that covers the lies. We were busy, occupied, we couldn’t bother to fight. There were too many shiny things to reach. Doesn’t matter the lost, the poor, the oppressed, ’till we escape that fate, we’re secure. So, the power was there to keep into greasy hands, to share between themselves. We were busy worrying ’till the grave. Paying overwhelming taxes, caressing empty things, distancing from feelings. We lost the power to criticize and act. Now, we face the consequence. The world in greedy hands, our safety at stake. How does it feel? Those shiny things, so empty and useless. We’re under a pacific tyranny. How does it sound? Take this time to understand.

No BS Day

Is there a no bullshit day out there? There’s a day for impressive tributes, to never forget how we failed, to celebrate silly things and so on. I myself would love a free bullshit day. I need it. As a sensitive person, as a “I’m ok with no being perfect, but not with you pretending to be one” person. A day where people like me can thrive and take pleasure walking around and meeting people. Until then, don’t call me, I’ll call you later. Just wait.