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.

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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Martha

He would remember this evening for a long time. He was sure of it.Usually he tried to limit himself with age, but after spending a hellish work day – what anger seeing the long-awaited and hoped-for promotion slip away – he really needed a change; to push his limits a little further.So yes, for that evening he asked for an underage one. The criminal offense was a memory of the past, at most he...

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The Gift

"The moon certainly looks huge tonight" "Yeah" If anyone in the world had ever wanted to award another human being for the gift of synthesis and brevity, well, that award would have undoubtedly gone to Mr. Fausto: "yeah" was his answer to almost everything. In town, it's said that it was even his answer at the altar, when asked if he would take his wife in...

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At the Window

The seagulls were flying lower. A stupid detail, yet seeing them roaming through the city streets was the clearest sign of change. Not the absence of people, or cars; I got used to that after a few hours. It was life reclaiming its spaces, indifferent to the problems of the human race, that underlined the novelty. I watched from up here as cats, pigeons and mice moved undisturbed. At times I...

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