The crossroads of emotions

An intersection of roads. Some of them seemed to be real bypasses: large, paved and imposing; others were narrow and curvy alleys with small curves and big holes; others showed nice tufts of grass and some colorful flowers among the stones. This image describes only one side of the crossroads: if I had to tellContinua a leggere “The crossroads of emotions”

Sunday morning

-Is everything alright? – -Yes, yes, thank you – -Well, it looks more like the opposite, show me. May I? – He gently lays his index finger on the boy’s cheek and collects a tear that was running down the right side of his nose. Then he observes his index finger and first, naively, looksContinua a leggere “Sunday morning”

Super G or Super K?

Everything was clean, everything was tidy: the blackboards, washed and dried, showing the sentence Good morning guys, be the best present ever! The hot thermos on the desk of the teacher’s classroom, the heating, which had been on for about one hour, and some newspapers, of various headlines, next to the indispensable Hemingway on theContinua a leggere “Super G or Super K?”

It only took five minutes

6 am. Lucy puts the key in the keyhole of the front door. She holds her breath thinking she will make less noise this way. She turns the key. Luca, her son, sleeps soundly in his bedroom next to the hallway leading to the kitchen. Paul, a sixty-year-old bachelor who lives in the upper floor,Continua a leggere “It only took five minutes”

The night before

 Leaving or remaining? Travelling or staying? These are the biggest questions for us young people. She asked herself: “If I do not do it now, then when will I do it? She had to make her own experiences, she had to make her individual decisions, and a bit of war and peace with herself. SheContinua a leggere “The night before”

The mythical Mulberry flower shop

The gloomy weather weighed on London city. It was a grey, melancholy Saturday, and a sort of malaise seemed to grip Bond Street from the early morning. In spite of this, there was a place, or rather a shop, in which all the smells and typical noises of the boisterous city were not allowed toContinua a leggere “The mythical Mulberry flower shop”

The painting

It was a wonderful day. One could have foreseen it from the first lights of dawn. The sun was already hot, but a pleasant and light breeze was swinging the shutter of the long window in her bedroom. In this way, moments of total darkness alternated moments of pure light which annoyed the girl’s sleep.Continua a leggere “The painting”

The wardrobe

That morning he just could not stay in bed. He lay awake for over an hour and every time he closed his eyes to try to go back to sleep, he hoped that time would speed up and that when he woke up he would see the sunlight coming through the thin slits in theContinua a leggere “The wardrobe”

To my daughter

I’ve thought to write a letter to you, my child. I’ve thought that only words can really support the weight of my feelings. Someone then sets them to music, someone else dances on them, other people play them and we even went so far as to tattoo them or to draw them on the cities’Continua a leggere “To my daughter”

The gecko

Like every summer, grandparents took the children to the beach. It was now a ritual: they would spend the whole month of July on the beaches of Liguria. It was the best time of the year for Matteo. He loved the sea, its smell, its color and the long dives he allowed himself not beyondContinua a leggere “The gecko”