Death omen

The girl lays on the ground Silence in her mouth and crickets in her ears. Her white dress shines and grass embraces her Death omen.

There’s someone at my door

There’s someone at my door He’s knocking all along. He keeps shouting “mon trésor” I don’t want to open, oh no But the shouting goes on, “mon trésor, mon trésor”…

Today I’m thinking about you

Today I’m thinking about you. I often do that, but today is special. Thoughts are haunting me. Today is your birthday. And I think about all the missed chances, All the times we could have talked to each other, All the times we could have had a laugh together. If only things had gone differently.

My little collection of tales: At the window

In August 2020 I gathered the courage to publish a little collection of tales I wrote over the years. As I’m Italian, I originally wrote them in my mother tongue; after that, I thought I’d better try to translate them in English, which I did all by myself. You may think the collection is little