Tags: stories
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racconto di un amore, parte prima. Cercare il tutto dove c’e’ solo il poco Sapete donne mie, com’è lunga la notte quando la affronti dopo mesi di gelate invernali.Sapete quanto è lunga e quanto valga ogni istante che passate con lui, in due, al buio, il mondo fuori e niente altro d’importante. E così è…
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La famosa “un’ora tutta per me” Devo dirlo. Non mi piace entrare nella casa di un uomo che non conosco e che vive da solo.Non mi piace. Mi porta indietro nel tempo che non è più mio, nel mondo dei racconti di Cappuccetto Rosso e del lupo cattivo. Non mi piace. Inoltre di giorno, senza…
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On the beach. I lay on the bed and lift the predyll that makes me shadow my face. I welcome and open the book. After a while I feel that his gaze has rested on me. I continue to read but his insistence covered by silence, it intrigues me. I lower the book and turn to...
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Good morning, ma'am, how are you? I wrote a lot of things at this time when you didn't see me here and I did more. I found on my way a Lovely Editor who would love more to be called the Red Buddha, appreciable effort to be recognized for what he thinks he is, but...
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History of revenge Then my lady, tell me what you think, that I suspiciously parallel, I find myself with the same problem at the same tooth exactly as 4 years ago, when I was in very critical conditions already on my own, pericular and lost, and let's say, without identity. That's nothing.
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The commercial representative, that is the Divine Fashion is madness and if it were a person would be locked up in an isolation cell because he would have sent in analysis one after the other all psychiatrist analysts, psychologists, self-power, motivationists, friends of Angels/solecuore love/mangia-prega-ama, jogi and directors of correctional institutes that he could have met. Fashion does not respect the...
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Good morning good morning, here I am, look I allowed to bring you a small cake, here, I wrapped it in orange and green veline paper, and I bought a brown rhyme spake, and I support it here, you know, I made a little autumn packaging, I thought that you might like, I made you the...
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Stories for incomprehensible madness. Once upon a time there was a king, indeed no... Once upon a time there was a birch that was docile and quiet to grow while his agile stem rose towards the sky. Suddenly it was struck by a terrible storm, which had overflowed a river and hail and water and land and...
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a love story (not mine) 2500 are the jokes requested by Corriere della Sera to participate in the Christmas story contest. I did it as an exercise, because it is not easy to reduce everything to 2500 words. This is the result. I'm at the park where I walk fast with my dancers sinking into the frozen leaves...
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He spills and I'll let myself get. I look at it in the eyes, but then I close them, that strong and too many are my emotions, I do not know what end they would make me do, and we roll under the table, as if we were 15 years old and instead I lived at least 100 lives myself, that I could count and tell.it is extraordinary...
