I remember my dad used to say that I was different I was special.
I remember us riding on the Vespa in Amalfi Coast for fishing.
I remember the laughing, the smell of the gasoline, his voice, his eyes looking me as the only woman in the world beautiful in the world:
You are special Claudia! He used to say to me.
I am like you, Dad, I would love to say to you now; my beloved lovely dreamer, creative mind, always out the roles that believed in something big, unique.
“You are different my love” You are special!
I still hear your voice now.
I dedicate this blog to my dad.
I dedicate my art whole art to him, to him my soul to him in
23 – 5 – 1955
12 – 7 – 2005