Here you will find everything I write. From technical articles to short stories.

If I thought it was worth publishing, you'll find it below.
Sometimes in Italian and sometimes in English, I have no rule.

Train

All signs tell you that today will be another crappy day. Already the will to get out of bed hasn't shown up, let alone the desire to face another day, with all its contradictions and hassles. But the die is cast, your right foot is on the ground and the cold floor has already awakened half your body; might as well strain your abs a bit and attempt an upright position, however precarious...

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Viper

There was an old farmer who loved the land. He loved cultivating it and nourishing himself with the fruits that the land patiently gave him. One day, while walking among the peach trees looking for some tranquility, he saw a viper. He recognized it immediately by its menacing eyes and the typical shape of its head. The animal was less than a step away from him. Fear terrified him, he...

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Beach

The sea spreads and retreats into ranks, rhythmic, placid. Like a beating heart, it pulses. Each breaking of its waves on the shore comes a little closer to my feet. The tide is rising. The moon watches me. Its light illuminates every grain of sand: it makes the night less night. If it weren't there I wouldn't have noticed the silhouettes of the seagulls in a row, on the rocks, a few...

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Valentino

If only he had still been of living matter, cold sweat would have descended from his forehead in many small tributaries of the raging river of his tension. He didn't expect his request to meet Lupercus would be accepted, yet there he was, at the door of his domains. He still had to get used to the absence of any sensation; seeing the leaves of the honeysuckles stirring in the wind but not...

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Peanuts

Original title: I was spitting peanuts in that pub because I know you're cheating on me.It was the dull thud of the front door slamming that made Beatrice turn around sharply. She was calmly getting dressed, the shower water was still running, with that unmistakable intermittence of a body passing through the stream. Burglars? She hastily put on her red stilettos and, with some courage,...

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