Roberto Salvo

🕯️ An antique book. A buried secret. A life about to be rewritten. What happens when a novel starts reflecting your own life? When...

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...