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.

THE BULLET FLEW TWICE OVER

“I love reading the news, but it must be true—something rare in a world where truth is elusive. What does truth mean? Does it have boundaries? Can it exist always, yet shift in different realities? For lawyers, truth is a weapon and a shield, wielded in the arena of reason and evidence. But truth, in its rawest form, is neither kind nor forgiving. The weight of violence lingers long after the shot is fired, staining the soul with echoes of what cannot be undone.”

The bullet flew twice, breaking the skies,

Its path unseen by blinded eyes.

A rival fell where silence reigned,

While shadows deepened, truth remained.

“You sought the stars, the fated lore,

Yet darkness claimed you evermore.

Through fields of rage, through endless pain,

You chased the heavens but found disdain.”

The bullet’s song, a mournful sound,

Its echoes haunt the hollowed ground.

A whisper crawls through bloodied air,

Who bears the blame? Who dares declare?

A single voice, a trembling cry,

“Yes, I — yes, I, and none but I.”

The bridges burn, the rivers dry,

Yet no redemption meets the eye.

What is the cost of justice’ name?

A fleeting truth, a lasting shame.

The Pegasus rides through storms of wrath,

But leaves no light along its path.

The bullet flew twice, and still it flies,

Through fractured hearts, through silent skies.

For truth may burn, or truth may heal,

Yet its wounds remain, forever real.