Vague Krakow

  I remember hardly anything about the Krakow trip. Only little moments that come in my mind as flashes. For example, I remember the train and me sleeping with you, in your arms. We were just sleeping, no more, but enough. Enough for me to understand. And then I remember also you were so jealous. …

Bucharest

We always live among the seasons. Continuously. But, every year, when the first light pink flower bloom on the bare branches, it is being surprised. And the next season? The warm weather, the empty town, the smell of the sea. This year I feel luckier than ever.

Venti minuti

Mi vesto in fretta, circa un minuto e mezzo, prendo il taxi e –Fast, fast, fast, I’m in late, I’m missing the flight. E invece, stavo perdendo la possibilità di stare altri venti minuti con lui, all’aeroporto, nelle sue braccia. I nostri occhi, i miei così neri ed i suoi così azzurri, così diversi, in …