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...
A woman in blue
Such a nice pair of blue shoes! Suddenly, a woman dressed in blue appears. S. is walking out of the room, followed by applause.<<Hi.>> She wears such a great pair of blue shoes!<<H-hello.>>Answers back S., a bit startled.<<It seems that you gave an excellent lecture back there. I’ve never...
Il lavoro di un venditore di anime
What a job! “Why did you choose the oddest job, between all jobs?” They call it a job! You have a job when you knead the bread, make sausages, produce some cheese, or sell and buy something. Working has a sense only if you wake up angry and tired. Weighting...
Ehi, quello è Nodo!
Do you know what a chairs’ mover is? Once upon a time… This is how a story usually starts, correct? Well, let’s imagine, for a second, that this is not the case. See, behind the light blue curtains, there is a creature, and we know this because his big...
The train
— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — I’m a train I’m a train. An iron belly running fast over immense skates. Once being the soul of a train wasn’t as easy as right...
Treason!
— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — Under the hat Days and days without any sound, just the same bicycle parked in front of the house. From the room, a dim light which...
The library
— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — Events It was a long time life didn’t dare, or even attempt, to transform some drops into a rushing stream, or even a river. It’s a...
The trap works
— Read the First Chapter — — Read the Second Chapter — — Read the previous part — — Read in Italian — The bicycle It was just few minutes ago. Then the woman took her bicycle, again. Following those wheels are not as easy as you can think,...
