Tag: daniele frau

Interview with the alien

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....

The Explosion

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...

Go back to the future, the fall

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...

Handle the past with a glove

Maybe it’s confusing, with all those women and men falling down from the future and a Villa from where people in the past are ready to shoot them. A real story becomes unreal, a need changes into a request and propaganda colour in white and black all the shades...

The portrait

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,...

Japan Adventures

Tokyo, Japan 3,2,1 go! We start our journey in Dubai, but we can easily skip this detail to arrive directly here in Terminal 2, Narita Airport. It’s summer, and I can feel it in the air. However, here I can breathe, not as in other Asian destinations I visited....

A stranger

A camels’ shepherd During quarantine, the streets look empty, invisible skins of silent snakes. Few shops are still open, and masked men and women are busy making small pyramids of cereals and fruits here. Then, they put everything inside a small bag and send it to other masked men...

Tiny, forgotten, god

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...

Wooden splinter and a cat

They call him the cat Each step is a key for heels. When you go down the stairs, the steps seem all the same. It doesn’t matter if your legs are long or short. What really matters is the rhythm. 33,34, 35. <<Right, here we are.>> You’re never at...

Schegge di legno e schegge di gatto

L’ultimo sorriso del gatto Gli scalini sono tasti per tacchi. Quando si scende una scala, i passi sembrano tutti uguali, le gambe non conta quanto siano lunghe o corte. Ciò che conta è il ritmo. 33, 34, 35. <<Bene, ci siamo.>> Non c’è mai da stare tranquilli, con una...