If I thought it was worth publishing, you'll find it below. Sometimes in Italian and sometimes in English, I have no rule.
30 April 2021
Glass is scattered everywhere in the cabin. With your neck twisted to the left, crushed by the roof, you can see above the steering wheel the crumpled hood of the car; it looks more like wrinkled fabric than heavy sheet metal. The tree against which the car crashed stands dejected, as if nothing had happened. The sounds are muffled, the images confused. To your right lies the phone, inexplicably...
26 February 2021
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 due to...
24 February 2021
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 didn't know...
20 February 2021
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 steps from...
14 February 2021
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 feeling...