CARA FORESTA

Every morning at dawn, I enter the forest. It is my home, my ancestral territory.

My name is Guido, and I am its guardian.
A few years ago, I fled the city. In unspoiled nature, I reconnect with my purest nature.

For too many years, I ignored this call and these needs. So much self-destruction, so much rubble...
My father's name was Francesco and he dreamed of working the land, but after his father's death,

he suddenly went mad.

He was locked up in psychiatric facilities and the medical treatments left an irreversible mark on him.

He was bipolar and schizophrenic, violent and out of control.

He wanted to hurt my mother, my sister, and me. He wanted to end it all. I was always afraid of him.

To protect us, my mother took us away to a safe place.

My childhood was an excruciating void, an endless escape.

For years there was only a long silence until I learned that he was dying: the drugs had consumed his body 

lithium had corroded his vital organs, and Parkinson's had done the rest.

In 2017, he passed away.

The only memory I have of him is when he took me to the
forest near his country house.

There he felt happy, strangely serene, freed from the demons that afflicted him.

Those trips into nature were an antidote to his illness and formed the basis of our bond.

Without knowing it, he was showing me a way to salvation.
In the forest, I breathe. My vital instincts finally emerge and I am relieved of the burdens and

pain that have weighed me down for so long. I find clarity and harmony with things, with others, and with myself.

I am part of a universe of wonderful creatures, they are all around me.
On the tortuous path of self-discovery, Victoria suddenly appeared. It was magic and grace.

I invite her to follow me and accompany me, I ask her to trust me.

With her, it was a recognition beyond words.

In a suspended time and a wild place, a universe of our own sprouted, blossoming with courage and determination.

Today we live in this long-sought-after house, surrounded by the same forest I used to explore with my father.

A few months ago, Rumi was born:

our love, the beginning of a new story fueled by the desire to build what was once

a confused and unattainable dream.
The woods accompany our steps. In this quiet space, together, I feel a sense of possibility growing.

I lie down on the ground, close my eyes, a future awaits us.

Dear forest, we are here.

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