Sometimes, I Do Write

Some of you have already known that, some have also read part of my something. The truth is I love writing. I could write 24 hours a day every damn day.

Summertime Memories

YESTERDAY, as for most of the Italian guys, was my second-last first day of school. Even if three months of summer seem a lot of time, they are over before you can imagine. I sat at the desk in my room, thinking about that, trying to find out what happened to those amazing 100 days…

Canada State Of Mind

There is a moment in the airport, which is called waiting. After the trouble with the luggage over weight, after the embarrassing moment when a big American guard touch you everywhere at the body check, after the gate research. In that moment there is only you, yourself and your ego. There are a lot of…