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«Natalino, what are you doing? How many grapes have you eaten?». «Who? Me? I haven’t eaten any». Natalino comes closer at his usual slow pace.A little smile conceals the quick movements of his tongue that he sticks out to...
I’ve never loved music. Truth be honest, I’ve never hated it either.I’ve always felt a warm indifference, which never turned into open hostility. My farthest musical recollections are gathering dust between the notes of Fra Martino Campanaro and...
The alarm clock made Laura jump out of bed at seven thirty sharp. She marched to the bathroom, then to the kitchen, where she turned the TV on and enjoyed the pleasure of sipping the first coffee of...
He was standing there, in the square, looking at the new Cathedral: he was nervous and he wanted to go inside, but there was no time. The Prefect summoned him and, in spite of the fact that nobody...
Last year, in the suffocating heat of the end of July, at the bar the only subject of conversation was the destiny of Martinelli Palace: the usual old men’s chats! While drinking a glass of white wine and...
Murray Sand and his wife Clara were waiting, sitting on the sofa of their living room. Murray was tapping mechanically with his heel against the floor, straining his right leg muscles, and releasing them slowly. Every now and...
Life, as is often the case, had not been too kind to Alessandro Cominardi, aka Alex. Like all of us, Alex is a good lad, though. A really nice guy, and by no means stupid. A little inadequate...
Elide was born in 1926. Born a fascist. She was the daughter of a railway worker, who had been obliged to become a National Fascist Party member, the only party allowed by the regime. She liked the Fascist Saturday meetings,...
  The first thing she does is turn off the radio. The sky is black outside the car. It oppresses things, it crushes them. The young man turns the ignition key off, the engine falls asleep, and he breaks the silence as...
She looked up into the sky. The light was escaping at its edges and the moon was just becoming visible. No stars yet. There was a narrowing of the path in front and the crowd slowed down as people...

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