The shortest journey

It was a typical Friday afternoon. At the end of the classes, Marco hung out with his classmates. To tell the truth, he went out with them only to see Chiara: a dynamic, cheerful and interesting girl. Marco defined himself as a very wise boy, therefore too boring and not handsome at all. In addition,Continua a leggere “The shortest journey”

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 in making decisions. In which way should I start? Which words should I use to create a text which would not exist without me? How do I want to frame my own creation?Continua a leggere “Writing is a journey”

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 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”

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 her. Since she was a child, she loved writing. When she was asked: “So Clara, have you decided what do you want to do with your degree in literature? You will surely becomeContinua a leggere “Travelling by tram”

Family lunch

The day had finally come. She would have met all of them at her place for lunch. All her children were finally coming home. She promised herself to sleep that night, she even brought her cup of relaxing infusion to her bedroom, to sip it till she closed her eyes. He had arrived, had laidContinua a leggere “Family lunch”

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 art. He adored art. When he could, he would take the bus and, as he lived in a distant suburb, he would cross the whole city in the direction of the city center,Continua a leggere “Beauty is everywhere”