Two thin lines dance without stopping dance to the rhythm of two melodies, different, but from the same poem. They dance under the sun, the rain, in a storm, dance afar, barely brushing each other… instants. And yet they dance under the same sky, they always have. They follow their own path, inevitably, curved, angular, … More Two lines
Bright colors, vivid, shining, make your smile a perfect smile, your beauty almost surprising, the undisputed center of attention, you think. They cast a spell over the stage’s spotlights, they fascinate and attract with all their brilliance. It’s almost impossible to resist them, to remain in the shadow, to stay there only to watch. It … More Lights
I walk a few steps away from you, a little behind you. I try to act as if nothing particular is going on, try not to be noticed, but remain focused. I want to be ready in case of need, if you should need help, if you should need something, anything… There’s no way of … More I will be there for you. (Don’t be afraid)
Still with the last dream of the morning stuck to him, lazily sipping the nth smoothie for breakfast (which could have happened to three people, maybe even fewer, but anyway it was perfectly OK), he let his mind begin to wander through parallel universes, memories, moments, and sensations by now burned into his own I … More I was there. (2nd version)
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
