Family
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The orange trees
There is a street in Rome filled with orange trees. Who knows who, one day, perhaps from the local municipality, decided to…
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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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The agenda
After having finished her work, said goodbye to her colleagues, and answered the messages that arrived during the day, Angela could now…
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Bubbles
Marco kept checking the piece of paper his wife had left for him. In their small haberdashery, his wife Alice used to…
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Synonyms and antonyms
Synonyms and antonyms The lesson was about to start. Girls and boys, sat at their desks, were laughing, chatting and shouting. Entering…
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The favorite subject
“Good morning, your name please?” “Good morning, my name is Marco Vivaldi” “How old are you? “I am eighteen years old” “What…
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The heart of a story
The real secret is not to feel at the heart of every story. Sometimes, this one does not even belong to us,…
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Mama Africa
The mother is sitting on a wobbly chair. Her hands are crossed in her lap. Her face is tired, the wrinkles around…
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6 am.
Lucy puts the key in the keyhole of the front door. She holds her breath thinking she will make less noise this…
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The wardrobe
That morning he just could not stay in bed. He lay awake for over an hour and every time he closed his…
