I grew up in four
us three sisters and brother
One Nona
who was our
preschool teacher and grandma
She taught us the letters
but also the language
of mushrooms and plants
and how to survive in nature

She hadn‘t a grandpa
she was alone
why grandpa
wasn‘t around
is a long
and unimportant
story right now
She could do everything
by herself
because that wouldn‘t be here
because she couldn‘t do different
but to be herself
and the step ahead of others
in some of her thinkings


Because of that we
called her super granny
now she would be a hipster


Because of her
I understood that
girls also have to
learn things
boys are taught
Maybe that was good
because she wasn‘t
making a difference
between the girls and boys

For life, you need a
Swiss knife of
skills and empathy
It‘s useless to know
the letters
if we don‘t know to
read the emotions
and to know that
fear is the last aid
when you need the first


She was a nurse all her
life even when she
went in pension
It was her walk
of life until the end
of her life
I never met a person
what loved people so much
even when they don‘t
love themselves at all
and when they are ostracized
and tried to help them
that was one of the definition
she taught through life
about what is human and profession
and sometimes those
two things are not the same

I didn‘t write a diary of that
love in some notebook
like a lesson from the
margins with whom
you can‘t survive

I grew up in four
but her wild soul
I grew together
growing into myself
of hidden wildness
ready for lowlands
after the sea
believing that there is no
obstacles for her


Urbanity came later
to thought other
environments
emotions sports
and happenings
And gave the strength
to that wildness
and a shell
in which I could
put my salty and sunny
memories

That‘s how it is for me.
I am a swiss knife of differences
and Russian doll
of values between gentleness and
strength
for that girl that I was a dream
for the contemporary woman which I am now
a necessity
unprecedented