“Where the music I have inside resounds, the melody that makes me dance among things.
Where the words of the song that guides me stop, the voice of the Goddesses that govern every woman”.
If there’s one accessory I really can’t give up, it’s the diary.
This year I thought of extending my personal production of diaries and planners to all the women who support us.
The Mazurka Diaries (the Mazurka is a folk dance that is danced clandestinely at night in the squares of Europe), are made by my brother Agostino, bound in precious and resulting soft suede leather, have golden pages in the cut, as the precious diaries of the past and are customizable with your initials branded, as well as hosting, on the front page, an unpublished poem by the mysterious Diana Parnaso.
You can choose the format that suits you best: diary, with blank pages, or planner, with striped pages.
If you want to listen to this diary sing, you can do it here.