Here you may find my writings in English. There may not be many, nor grammatically perfect, but remember: English isn't my native language.
When everything’s began
There was quite nothing
People didn’t care
‘cuz people were nothing...
The dogs are comin'
upon a lazy night
When the people's sleepin'
only jammin's goin' on (2x)...
Welcome there, child,
Don't be scared of me!
I'm naught, but a wild
Demon, a hero of fate!
Take my hand now,
And follow me please!
I'm gonna show you
What's worth to be seen!
Lil' Jesus is coming to the town.
And he have brought some gifts for us!
But there was a wee bit
O' misunderstanding,
Because he bought the "Gift" in Germany..
Where could you find someone?
Where are you looking for?
Where are my past, my now, my chance
to make better tomorrows?...
Very short (~200 words) flash story inspired by a rather depressing song in basically the same setting as another (early, thus bad) short story of mine.
Published on 25th December 2020.
I was playing with my cat after feeding her, when I felt a small breeze from behind. I did not think much of it, the windows were open on both sides of the room; must have been the wind outside, I thought, but my cat looked there and her eyes were fixated on something. I turned around, expecting nothing out of the ordinary, alas I saw a...
They were sleeping when the lights came through their window. They were not blessed with great wits or the gift of logical thinking. What they were given was great eyes instead: they had a condition called abnormal tetrachromacy, which meant that they had limited infrared-vision. When I learned about it from them I, as I have been always fascinated by colors and color deception, had to ask...
This is chronologically the first short story I publised in English, even if it wasn't the first I began writing.
Days have turned into nights that then turned into dawns and days again countless times since I saw L'amore d'Agna. It was the truest form of love, the purest source of happiness, yet there are no evidence that it ever existed; all I know is based on observations and experience, not on the nowadays preferred written way...
Posted on 14th of June, 2020, just after Light in the dark
"...And so shall we begin." The voice of Mr. Soft echoed from the lecture hall's faraway walls. The auditorium was scarcely populated, students sat far and wide, as it is customary during a pandemic, which meant that the professor's question were answered by more scalps than usual. Sleeping in classes were not unheard of, but when you take away the possibility of misbehaving, one cannot make matrix arithmetic interesting enough for the masses to keep them awake...