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My bitter Christmas

03/12/2023

As the cold wind bites at my skin, all I yearn for is to surrender to sleep and let my dreams transport me back to a time when I had a loving family and beautiful children. There was a time when my job paid well and my wife took care of our wonderful home. I was a respected man and my siblings gathered at my house every Sunday for a delightful meal. Christmas was a magical season filled with vibrant colors, enchanting music, and delectable treats. I had friends, money, and countless projects to pursue. But now I find myself alone, surviving each night by seeking shelter at the warm entrance of a bank. Yet, I am grateful to be alive for that is what truly matters. Perhaps, one day, life will regain its former beauty. But for now, I must sleep… Sleep and dream as I face my personal winter.

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Gianluca John Attanasio

I am a composer, photographer, journalist and writer. I create music being inspired by “images in action” or by memories emerging from old, forgotten… More »

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