Deh, quando tu sarai tornato al mondo…
Remember her.
She is La Pia.
LA BRAMA DE' LA PIA
She loved without knowing the cost.
She does not hesitate.
Desire carries her forward.
What holds her comes later.
She follows without question.
She gives herself fully.
You are drawn in easily, then asked to return.
terza anima
Remember me. I am still her.
You recognize her, different yet still unmistakable.
Chosen and shaped intentionally.
Purity now carrying gravity.
At ease with herself, she remains.
EACH SEASON LEAVES ITS MARK
Wine evolves from land, season, and time.
Its beauty lies in nuance—not recipes—shaped by attention.
fanciulla
She hasn’t yet learned what love will ask of her.
The air carries her presence.
You notice her.
You want to be careful.
You want to stay.
Before she begins to see herself through others.
quintocanto
She is no less herself.
She speaks without asking to be spared.
What she is now took time.
What remains is desire shaped by love.
She tells the truth, and it has not hardened her.
