The portrait
The first painting he sold. Did he sell a portrait? No, he didn’t sell anything. That was his wife job. He made a portrait, an array of futility and he hated it from the very beginning. He produced it reluctantly while his nose was bleeding, forgetting even to eat,...
A stranger
A camels’ shepherd During quarantine, the streets look empty, invisible skins of silent snakes. Few shops are still open, and masked men and women are busy making small pyramids of cereals and fruits here. Then, they put everything inside a small bag and send it to other masked men...
Skirt or beard, what do you prefer?
Skirt or beard He straightened his skirt, covering his well-shaved knees. You do what you can to fight the nervousness. Women naturally tend to scratch their beards, for instance. The President was going to be live in a few minutes and the tension was palpable. “Four seconds.” Informed the...
Tiny, forgotten, god
A god? Imagine you’re diving into the water. First, you start a quick, constant descent that makes even the stones turn their necks in envy. The air will leave your lungs, followed by the blood, which changes into a gleaming blue color. One by one, even your lightest thoughts...
Wooden splinter and a cat
They call him the cat Each step is a key for heels. When you go down the stairs, the steps seem all the same. It doesn’t matter if your legs are long or short. What really matters is the rhythm. 33,34, 35. <<Right, here we are.>> You’re never at...
Schegge di legno e schegge di gatto
L’ultimo sorriso del gatto Gli scalini sono tasti per tacchi. Quando si scende una scala, i passi sembrano tutti uguali, le gambe non conta quanto siano lunghe o corte. Ciò che conta è il ritmo. 33, 34, 35. <<Bene, ci siamo.>> Non c’è mai da stare tranquilli, con una...
La città
Una città a misura di mostro La città non era poi così grande, se non si contavano le decine di palazzoni, riempiti di nulla. Bolle speculative, mostri edilizi, metafore e similitudini di un mondo in apnea. Perfino in questo respiro trattenuto, comunque, si trovava qualcuno pronto a parlare, a...
The city
A city for monsters Right, in theory, an advertisement like that was supposed to raise some suspicion. To tell the truth, in the city there were 15 buildings about 70 floors tall, but among them you’d choose only three to live in. And anyway, you’d never moved there without...
