Annamaria Mannone

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Born in Mazara del Vallo, Sicily. Arid, lush, fragrant and salty land. Annamaria appropriates the characteristics of her land, expertly managing its balance.

Her work and her life take her to the deep north, to Verona, where she achieves all the goals she sets for herself. He loves traveling and discovering new views, where he can stop and tell his story through his poems.

He often returns to his land even if only to reorganize his heart. He works in Verona, lives in the world.

It belongs to the sea, it has a hard external shell, difficult to penetrate, but hides a soft and precious heart.

A centrifuge of joy and enthusiasm, of pure madness, positive madness, madness that tastes of existence

and lightness, of desire for love, which fills the voids of the soul. Explosive like a mine but at the same time comforting like a mother's arms.

There is no perfection, there is only the desire to shout to the world how beautiful this life is, how beautiful it is to smile, how strong you are, alone or together, remembering to have a book in your hand.

You always catapult yourself towards new experiences and physical places without ever being arrogant and feeling like you have arrived and achieved.

An overwhelming woman, who breaks down all resistance, who conquers with her empathic nature. A girl who never stops who is "hungry". Hunger to live, hunger to do, hunger to know.

Since she was a child she has passionately written stories and poems that reflect her sensitive, but at the same time strong and determined character and her passion for life.

The emotions of a life lived, made up of happy and painful moments, of encounters and separations, of a young woman who wants to assert herself and find her own balance in the world shine through in her poetics.

SO WHAT CAN I SAY... THIS SLIM LITTLE BODY WITH A SOMETIMES BRILLIANT TEMPERAMENT IS IN REALITY NOTHING BUT A MATRIOSCA WHICH ONLY IF YOU MANAGE TO OPEN IT WILL YOU DISCOVER THAT OTHER DOLLS ARE HIDING INSIDE BUT IT'S UP TO WHOM IN FRONT TO DESERVE THE LAST DOLL : HIS HEART

The author tried to compose an autobiographical note in which she did not celebrate herself, like a maniac, but rather told it, putting together things that the people she loves think about her... because they already know what she writes about if they only listened to it once...