Desert Flower

Lina left Benghazi when she was young and badly remembers her childhood home. It was during WWII and her family moved to southen Italy: close to Libya, but far from the war. She grew up in a small rural village, sourrounded by art and music in a very open minded family. It was inevitably she became soon the most exotic attraction for the local community: the tanned painter, with raven-black hair and sensual smile, became a sort of popular dream. A black swan, a desert flower. Nowadays she preserve her feminist dream. Today she is fighting against cancer, without giving up to her feminility. There is a still special flavor in her tea. in her gestus, in her flowers, in her strength. Some of her friends use say it is due to her Libian childhood; I want to believe she's the black swan that still wants fly, teaching last lesson to all the women she has met in her life. I'm trying to learn from her last lessons and her story of resilience, all I can.