Helena

Even when time changes and the seasons follow their own path, there is something within me that always remains untouched. No matter how many times the world begins again, my heart always finds yours… and in every possible way, I will always love you.

Whispers the wind brought to me.

Dambele, Italy | April 14, '26 🕊🌼🎨

"my hands are stained with ochre and the terracotta floorboards smell of linseed oil. this apartment is small - tiny, really - but the light at 4pm hits my canvas just right. It’s hard to believe I’m finishing my degree here. I have two semesters to soak up the culture, paint to my heart's content, and find my own way in a place so abundant and close-knit."

I don’t need much… just you here.

There are words that don’t need to be spoken, because they find a way to exist anyway. Today, in silence, I gave you the ones I kept in my heart, like someone trusting a secret to the wind, hoping that somehow they would find their way to you… 🌼🌿

⋆˚✿˖° Between seasons ⋆˚✿˖°

Seasons change… and so do I 🍃

There are times when we bloom quietly, away from the eyes of others, taking care of what’s within.

And then one day, without any announcement… we simply return. Lighter. More ourselves.

I like to think that every melody holds a piece of us. Because music always finds what I feel, even before I realize it. And deep down… I could live inside a song if you were in it 💛

•I went for a walk in the park, even though it was cold. I took my camera so I could take some photos and enjoy the quiet atmosphere that only this time of year has.

Halfway there, some animals appeared, walking freely around, and I managed to capture some of these encounters. I kept these photos with care, and maybe another day I'll bring them here 🌬️🌻

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xoxo 🌱