About me

I’m Diana Gabriela, but Diana is enough, or even just “Dì”.

It was this short and delightful nickname that allowed the birth of all of this.

But let’s take a step back.

Daughter of whom?

I was born in a country that is not mine, or rather, a country that was not a birthplace even for my parents and for none of the ancestors to whom I can trace.
The closest relatives are originally from Romania. On the mother’s side, however, from the great-grandparents and back, I find Albanian, Armenian and Greek influences.
Multiculturalism and bilingualism have characterized my childhood and my entire life to this day. And I am grateful for this.
Whose daughter am I then? I wonder a little …

I know I am the daughter of a visionary couple. And that allowed me to dream, after all.
Although she accompanied me at a distance, my dear maternal grandmother, graduated in Fine Arts, insisted that I take the same path.
I was surrounded by the classic rock of my father, a great connoisseur, with a superb intellect.
Overwhelmed by the wise words of my mother, always ready to tell me the moral to be drawn, in each context.

Life path

I enjoyed school, dreaming of a university career since childhood.
I graduated in Business Administration and specialized in Management and Finance. The academic path intrigued me a lot and yet from the beginning I knew it was not my way.

I soon realized I was drawn to stories and short tales.
I remember finding myself writing for the first time – and with the intention to do it – around the age of twelve.
With more stability and planning I started to devote myself to writing during my high school years and those were the moments that prompted me: “Hey, you like doing it, why don’t you do it?”

The university years inevitably took me away from my nature but I’m happy now to have rediscovered it.

Life path

I enjoyed school, dreaming of a university career since childhood.
I graduated in Business Administration and specialized in Management and Finance. The academic path intrigued me a lot and yet from the beginning I knew it was not my way.

I soon realized I was drawn to stories and short tales.
I remember finding myself writing for the first time – and with the intention to do it – around the age of twelve.
With more stability and planning I started to devote myself to writing during my high school years and those were the moments that prompted me: “Hey, you like doing it, why don’t you do it?”

The university years inevitably took me away from my nature but I’m happy now to have rediscovered it.

The project

Here a premise is needed. in the translation from Italian to English, the original double meaning of the name of this blog is lost.

In Italian the word “Dì” (my nickname!) means both “day” but also “say”.
Then, the blog’s name has two meanings:
Day of tomorrow today
Say about tomorrow today

Having said that, I’ll tell you how it went.

I wanted to write but I didn’t know how to find my space.

The 8th of March 2020 was the eve of the lockdown in Italy.
I had planned for that day an excursion with a very dear friend. We live a few kilometers away but a fateful regional border made us desist from seeing each other.

I wasn’t happy with that.
I went out anyway. Alone in the heart of the rice fields. And that’s where I received enlightenment.
I wanted to talk.
I wanted others to see, to understand.
I wanted to be useful.

So…
“Dì, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Dì?”
“Come on Dì, focus, dì (say) something!”
“Dì, dì (say) … Dì di (Say about) …” (Didi is one of the nicknames to which I answer …) “Say about … tomorrow!”
“Yes tomorrow, but now, damn it! Do it now!”

And then, Dì:

“Dì di domani… oggi”
“Say about tomorrow … today!”

 

Everything else came along the way.
A spark is enough sometimes.

I hope to be a good spark, sparkle, illuminate.

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