Two lines

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

If you were…

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…

Blizzard in NYC

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

That night

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

You laugh, contented

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

The merry-go-round of our memories

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

Without make-up and without deceit (spotlights out)

I like to see you like this. Without make-up and without “deceit,” with just a serene smile on your face and your eyes made-up with happiness. Far from the spotlights of the stage, the red carpets, the catwalks, the people calling your name, the flash of the photographers and the squash of microphones to hear … More Without make-up and without deceit (spotlights out)