SLMPDS

she was my sister, my dearest friend for 20 years. Then we had to take different roads, we grew different, it's ok, it happens, you survive mutilated but you survive.

She's a writer.

Her first book is out since two days ago.

And i'm SO PROUD of her. Not because she found an editor (well, that also) but because her writing is really.... magnetic.

And count that I'm not her "typical" reader, not incline to read about the subjects she chooses, not incline to her type of harsh, straight style. And still I adore her writing. And I still care about about her. I know she could be reading this and I'd like her to know.

We don't meet, we don't call each other, I don't even have your phone number anymore or I would send you stupid text messages on the spur of the moment so I deleted it deliberately, we probably would bore each other to death if we would meet, out interests are different, our tastes are probably different too. It would be hard to talk. But I still care about what you do and are, and I'll ALWAYS do. Because, fuck all else, you're my sister. And you know better than anything else than blood does not wash away.

See her booktrailer even if you don't understand a word of italian, it's worth all the same.

Congratulations, sister. I am really happy for you. really.

there's a website (in english too) you can visit. Do yourself a favour and go see it. It's a beauty.