Heiko H. Caimi – From the well (J’accuse)

If we are afraid of opinions that are not all the rage, if what other people think scares us, if we don’t have the courage to...

Silvio Donà – The first copy arrives

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Heiko H. Caimi – Poems in the Wind

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Silvio Donà – It’s an iPhone that, isn’t it?

  Scene: the crowded compartment of a (filthy, need I say it?) Italian train. A guy in jeans and a casual jacket is trying to cut...

Obsession is elsewhere

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Silvio Donà – Alien Vs Accountant

What will people think of me? I’m an idiot. That’s clear. It’s hard to balme them. What do you think of somebody, who, while sitting at...

Heiko H. Caimi – Part -Time (or “On Springs”)

«The director was even moved», said Irina, the editor in chief of Amoreux. «I'm glad», said Imerio at the other end of the line. But...

Gabriella Tonin – Aunt Serafina

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Silvio Donà – Father, What Do You Do for a Living?

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Michele Curatolo – A Journey with the Master

  The Master is a living median reincarnation between Yoko Ono and John Lennon, as if in his features, in his gestures, and even in...

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