M come il mare
We know little about M besides his initial: that he's no longer a child, he's at the beach and he's wishing to be like the sea, he's got blue eyes, sometimes he's sad, sometimes he tries to scream
We know little about M besides his initial: that he's no longer a child, he's at the beach and he's wishing to be like the sea, he's got blue eyes, sometimes he's sad, sometimes he tries to scream
A little boy and a bird. A cute mysterious thing that once was there and then no more. What does "no more" mean to a child? This meeting on a balcony becomes a true experience of knowledge.
When I'm in primary school, sometimes I go at the kindergarten where my mom works. I'm allowed to go see the babies at the nursery next door.
A rabbit who tells jokes and a kid who flies, at night, on his pedal car. A shy soul and a brave heart. A school populated with chattering dictionaries and melancholic globes.
Acerbo sarai tu is a new poetry collection by Silvia Vecchini, beautifully illustrated by Francesco Chiacchio.
That morning the cricket didn’t get up. Everything was the same as usual: the sun in the sky, the grass in the lawn, the water in the river.
In the sky the cloud runs, the bird flies, the plane goes by… And in the sea?