Follow your heart

Marina Eugenie di Cervini (2024)

Marina E. di Cervini is a distinguished writer, documentary producer, speaker, lawyer, and coach, with a career spanning over three decades. Her work explores themes of love, identity, resilience, and humanity’s intricate connection to the world, blending timeless storytelling with universal truths. Her debut in the trilogy, FOLLOW YOUR HEART, introduces Françoise de Chambord, a heroine of remarkable depth and courage. Set against a rich tapestry of cultural and emotional landscapes, this luminous tale examines the delicate balance between personal desires and destiny, inviting readers into a journey of profound self-discovery. The journey continues in Marina’s second book, "MY WAY", and concludes with the powerful "THE PRESIDENT’S ADVISER", both of which deepen her exploration of resilience, leadership, and the enduring pursuit of purpose. Marina E. di Cervini’s storytelling is a celebration of the human spirit, offering readers a profound connection to life’s most essential truths.

MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS

“Dear Diary,

Hundreds of pages by classical writers—Turgenev, Zola, Dumas, Tolstoy, Bradbury, and countless others—have offered me wisdom, yet no clear decisions. Thousands of experiences weigh on me, yet the answers remain veiled. I need to meditate, to let my mind find its quiet. For in the stillness, the mind whispers its loudest truths. Sometimes, silence is the only answer.”

Thoughts creaked beneath the shadowed glow,

A frozen tear began to flow.

The cricket’s tune, both sharp and frail,

Wove threads of sorrow through the veil.

The weary sky, a solemn shroud,

Held secrets whispered soft, yet loud.

Destiny lingered in quiet guise,

In midnight’s hush, where silence lies.

A tempest churned within the soul,

Its surging tide beyond control.

It swept through memories, love, and pain,

And left behind its quiet stain.

The moon, a sentinel of dreams,

Hung low to catch the heart’s extremes.

Its light, though faint, revealed the way,

Through tangled thoughts and fleeting day.

For in the night, when all seems still,

The mind resounds, its voice will fill

The empty spaces we once fled,

And truths arise where silence led.