If you were a flower, would you ever like to be stepped on? If you were a tree, would you ever like to be cut down? And if you were a dragonfly, would you ever like someone to pull off your wings? And if you were a person, would you ever like to be derided, … More If you were…
The loudspeaker squawked for a fraction of a second. His attention was brought back to the embarkation gate. The time had come. In just a little while, he would find himself above where he had been below, among the clouds, looking at the world while it slipped slowly under the wings of that fascinating metal … More Closer to the stars
Everything had begun by chance, for those who want to believe in chance(otherwise, let’s calmly call it destiny, if you prefer that),quietly, so, quietly, in fact, that he, himself, in the beginning wasn’t even aware of it. It was a hot summer afternoon, one like so many others,the air conditioning was silently refreshing the room,his … More A hot summer afternoon…
The city is covered with soft newly fallen snow that, as predicted, doesn’t seem to want to stop falling; suddenly the entire landscape appears to be emptied, silenced, padded by that surreal silence. The footfalls of those few who venture out into the streets that freezing night reverberate among the buildings dirtied with white, squeaking … More Blizzard in NYC
The lights go off, they stop blinding, the “theater curtain” falls, and everyone goes home until the next engagement. The tension relaxes, and that night, soaking wet thanks to rain that seems it just won’t quit, brings with it uncertain thoughts, doubts, questions, and a little bit of melancholy. The city is still asleep, sparkling … More That night
Rays of a sun gilded by the sunset soon to come break on the gray clouds in the sky, spoiling their threatening appearance. A horizon so vast that it’s not possible to discern its end. You walk, relaxed, on the wooden terrace of your lodge, wearing only a voluminous bathrobe, even whiter than your own … More An incredible beauty
That imaginary horizon line now dances, graceful, on a palette of intense blues,rippled only by a few brushstrokes of clouds and sky,of waves and the sea that merge and lose themselves in each other and hypnotize the gaze. The sun, hot, caresses your white skin,your concentration high in following every movement of your fishing line … More You laugh, contented
Souls celebrating, table set, the kitchen’s warmth, the house full of life and the littlest ones playing. Chatting, food, laughter, toasts, happiness; relax, intimacy, joy. Meanwhile outside, among the first shadows of the evening, snow has started to fall, again, softly, wrapping and padding the entire landscape in its white quilt. The mind scampers, mocking, … More The merry-go-round of our memories
The horizon is burning, right there, above the line where the prairie meets the foothills and the sky, enchanting, offers its natural pyrotechnical spectacle. The fresh and fizzy air of the end of September wraps the bodies swathed in warm woolen sweaters. The herd is at rest. There’s no one around. From inside come the … More That enchanting je ne sais quoi
A19 - Anna "Annina" Lorenzi - Writer, Author & more… 