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.

The Straight Road

"Always go straight, worst case you'll get lost." He saw him turn around, smiling, right after giving him this useless information; his rotten mouth, the same rot that surrounded him, in that gas station forgotten by God. He held the pump nozzle firmly in the tank opening with his right hand, while supporting himself with his left hand on his compact car. He looked at his shoes,...

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In Flight

Only a madman would have wanted to get a pilot's license with seventy years around the corner. Yet, Mr. Fabio, having reached the fateful milestone of retirement, thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to chase that dream, put away in a drawer when he was just eight years old.It took several months and all the patience and commitment that Mr. Fabio had; but what satisfaction those first...

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Just a Santa

The line moved slowly.Rot looked with greed at the completely deserted streets: he wished he wasn't there.He gained ground little by little, playing with the clutch and accelerator, stuck between whoever preceded him and whoever, behind him, was even more exasperated. Life, on that avenue leading to the cities of the Angels and the Silvans, expressed itself only in a long snake of waiting...

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Blade, He Loves Her

Dearest,I'll start from the beginning. I had come to take a nice eighty-year-old. One of those who still play cards with friends and never refuse a good glass of wine. It was February 5th, I remember seeing "dentist" marked on the bartender's calendar.I was about to approach Tony, the eighty-year-old, to do my job... And well, I've always given my all at work. You see,...

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I hate being woken up by the sun, even more so opening my eyes and not seeing my room, but only fleeting shapes. Trees? Yes, trees. I'm looking at a window. One of many, it seems. Then people and smell.Okay, windows, people and a world scrolling by. I'm sitting on a bus. Yet I don't remember getting on it, let alone falling asleep on it!I need to talk to the driver. As I walk...

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