Art
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Mattia’s grande storiella
My name is Mattia Ferretti and I was born in Reggio Emilia. I am 25 years old and I studied architecture in…
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The value of things
He put all of them in a large basket, covered inside with a faded yellow bag. One, two and three. The last…
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Losing and finding oneself
The skin near the fingernails of the right hand remains dry, uncoordinated in relation to the gait of the finger, a symptom…
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Writing is a journey
Writing an essay has always been such a complicated matter. It is a real challenge, because you are alone. You are alone…
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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…
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The painting
It was a wonderful day. One could have foreseen it from the first lights of dawn. The sun was already hot, but…
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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…
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Travelling by tram
What a wonderful day. It was raining, it’s true, but Clara was radiant. After such a long time, someone had finally noticed…
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Beauty is everywhere
To begin this story, first we have to introduce Jean to you. Son of a science professor and a physicist, he loved…
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The first day of school
The first lesson.“Good Morning everyone, welcome to the Italian literature course. There is no better way to introduce oneself than by asking…
