If I thought it was worth publishing, you'll find it below. Sometimes in Italian and sometimes in English, I have no rule.
01 February 2021
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, poked...
13 January 2021
This is not a story. This is the tumultuous conversation that Pina, a nice lady with a mouse-grey skirt and a bright red wool sweater – one of those that gives you an itch.. – had to endure the day she decided to visit her daughter, while waiting for the green light at the crosswalk. : "No way, I told you I saw it at 200 €" : "But where? At Trony, Euronics?" : "Yeah something like that, Trony,...
11 January 2021
"You know what? Let's go to the beach. You and me, without telling anyone" "To do what?" "To watch the moon, right? What difference does it make anyway?" "And your parents? What will they think? We just leave like that?" "They'll understand Shimizu, they'll understand" They took Koichi's mother's compact car. They didn't even ask for permission, soon everything would be forgiven anyway. Shimizu...
04 January 2021
"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, while thinking...
28 December 2020
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 flights with...