In English
Sometimes angels dress in red at sunset, when the day fades away in a blanket of stars to illuminate its beloved night in the magic of a transient celestial encounter. A delicious expectation fills my heart whenever I see the angels pass silently, unannounced, the moment my gaze turns the corner of a street or… Continue reading When Angels Dress in Red
Maybe it sounds strange, like a dissonance breaking a perfect chord. Maybe it sounds fantastic, like the fleeting caress of a blue butterfly while shopping in a supermarket. Maybe it sounds insane after all, like a divine revelation, nothing sudden, but the kind that stubbornly insinuates itself here and there, a little naughty, and conquers… Continue reading A Dissonant Caress
My eyes close, and in this internal landscape of mine, the sun announces its arrival with a light that caresses the sky and covers the sea with the gold of countless tiny sequins. I hear the laughter of the angels as the waves play with the rocks of the bay, and their delicate whispers as… Continue reading Spinner of a Love
The sun reappeared that morning, after days of incessant, typically autumnal rain. I decided to go for a walk, without a certain direction, improvising along paths bordered by green. The hill ahead was getting closer and closer, I was already walking far from home, and a thought suddenly crossed my mind: “Just keep walking, my… Continue reading The City and the Transfigured Ship
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