I already am what I’m going to become: I’m a journalist

 This is my video introduction to Stirling University. I want to attend journalism university in Scotland and this is why.
(You can also find the video on Vimeo here.)


 I am a journalist, it doesn’t matter what people claim I should do to become one. I already am what I’m going to become. 

 I’m a journalist in my heart, I want to become a journalist in my voice. What I need is a guide. I want to attend Stirling University to study journalism in Scotland. In Italy a self-taught student is not considered, there is no certification for those who choose home-education. And without a diploma I can’t attend university, I can’t get a job, I can’t do much here. 

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New Gallery! My Photo Travel Journal

 I posted a new gallery (–> Travel Gallery) on the page “Book of Fall” with the photos from my travels.


Sunset _ Cascais, Portugal _ Mar 2016


Because to travel is to live more than one life. 



Lighthouse _ Cascais, Portugal _ Mar 2016


I went to Portugal in March and I took hundreds of photos, the places I’ve seen were too beautiful to hold back. I fell in love with all the cliffs and my first meeting with the ocean was at night, seeing it from the street, lights dancing on its calm surface.

Before Portugal I visited London, Oxford and Cambridge in a speed date with the UK: can we go on a real date now? ’cause I love that country.

Before the UK I have been to Ibiza and Formentera with their breathtaking sea and amazing little towns.

So I finally decided to make an album with these photos, a Travel Journal of photos. I hope I can add new destinations soon!



Cascais, Portugal _ Mar 2016

Our stories are the foundation of our well-being. – Michael Newman 

It was a raining day

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Today was a raining day. The sky was dull grey and drops of water sparkled on the trees, leaves fell lazily from their branch and met the earth with a wet kiss. 



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As always, rain dragged me outside, under the spell of a crying sky. I was charmed by the tears of joy running down the leaves, soaking the thirsty ground. I stared in awe as whispers of wind flew away from branches. 


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Colours were altered by clouds sinking the light. Fire red shaded into a matt scarlet with brighter rims of hope. The damp green twinkled from a brown and yellow blanket of warmth. 



My heart was trapped by the wonder of falling leaves and longing skies.