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women or witches

Years ago I had a blog that had its discreet follow. I started writing stories mixing reality and fiction because I had no other way to know the world.

I had chosen this title because I often wondered if mine was a condition of wicked, malignant and unbearable woman as someone thought, or if I was just a woman who tried to respect her inclinations by facing her own responsibility, first of all to be a mother and grow two children who could become autonomous people, respectful of others, consistent with her talents.

Then I abandoned it and I don’t even remember why. I can perhaps reconstruct the fact that, because of the circumstances, I had no more breath to continue writing. Why writing is a challenging and expensive activity of energy.

Now that I always have little time but less burdened with responsibility, I found it. In some miraculous way I managed to recover passwords and make import into wordpress, two things that required energy and stubbornness, because it is never as easy as it seems. The streets are windy but are not the kind of woman who denies the choices made.