The first time I saw her, my heart skipped a beat. I had no idea why I was there, in that place, in that time. Yet her graceful neck...

That summer, just before leaving for Milan, my best mate Gianfranco and I met two girls from the city. They were spending their holidays...

The time of writing ends,and the time of waiting begins. Rereading, correcting, dismantlingwhat you thought was complete. The characters...

At the beginning, it is only a glimmer. A voice whispering, an image trembling beneath the skin. You don’t yet know who will speak, nor...