Tag: se la storia

Uccidi gli Alieni!

The aliens matter “Gentlemen and ladies.” Started the Head. The whole Parliament got quiet at once, for curiosity more than out of simple fear or respect for him. You could listen only to the purring of the Head’s cat. “We are here reunited today to speak about the aliens’...

Intervista all'alieno

An interview, that’s all we need to know them Don’t think even for a moment that all of this went fast. No, the red button of fear needed to be touched softly and the fear to grow slowly inside you, like a flower or the grass in a garden....

L'esplosione

A sudden explosion, like a shot That was a shot, a big crash. If you have never heard an explosion, it seems more like a shot, but its sound wraps you completely. Furthermore, the air flicks and the floor starts shaking terribly. You feel like a pawn, a lost...

La caduta, Ritorna al futuro

Only now, that I fall from the clouds, I understand the real meaning of my life. It isn’t just a shape, but it is a shape of life, alive, this fall. I’m a comet, a message, an epiphany that won’t ever be recorded in any storybooks. A fall from...

Scopri Villa Clichy!

“Welcome to Villa Clichy, I’m Vanessa and I’m here today as your guide. I will be your reference point during your stay here in this amazing Villa. Let’s start with a brief historical overview. Please, follow me. The wing of the house in which we’re walking right now is...

Il ritratto

The first painting he sold. Did he sell a portrait? No, he didn’t sell anything. That was his wife job. He made a portrait, an array of futility and he hated it from the very beginning. He produced it reluctantly while his nose was bleeding, forgetting even to eat,...

Gonna o barba, che cosa preferisci?

Skirt or beard He straightened his skirt, covering his well-shaved knees. You do what you can to fight the nervousness. Women naturally tend to scratch their beards, for instance. The President was going to be live in a few minutes and the tension was palpable. “Four seconds.” Informed the...

Bordeaux

A city, a colour, a wine When it rains, the sky is similar to a stable. Every single drop seems like a running animal rushing through the finishing line, the ground. Like galaxies knotted together, the drops mixed, one on top of the other becoming scent of soil, musk...

Minuscolo, dimenticato, dio

A god? Imagine you’re diving into the water. First, you start a quick, constant descent that makes even the stones turn their necks in envy. The air will leave your lungs, followed by the blood, which changes into a gleaming blue color. One by one, even your lightest thoughts...

Come può un vino sapere di tempesta?

A wine called Airen Simon watches over his head, to the clouds reflecting down in his goat milk when a dark shadow appears in his glass; a reflection, so similar to the shape of a big fly, swimming in that small ocean of milk. Simon covers his eyes from...