Storie in 100 Parole – Stories In 100 Words – Ottantanove piani

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– English translation below the picture –

La caduta delle Torri Gemelle, 11 settembre 2001. Una disgrazia che ha segnato i cuori. Ogni dettaglio vivido ancora nella memoria. Dedicata alle vittime dell’attentato e ai Vigili del Fuoco che quel giorno persero la vita nell’operazione di salvataggio di alcuni civili. Che riuscirono a mettersi in salvo.

Nel 2013 Giulio Perrone editore la seleziona e pubblica per un concorso di brevi racconti. E’ pubblicata nell’antologia Storie in 100 parole nella collana L’Erudita.

ISBN 978-88-6770-063-9

Ottantanove piani
Anna Mosca

Ottantanove piani non fanno un concerto, ma una tragedia silenziosa.
In tre salgono controsenso verso una manciata di condannati, la porta è bloccata.
Un buco poi un pugno passa il muro, due visi appoggiati a una parete si ascoltano respirare. L’ultimo del piano racconta, l’incendio infuria contro il cielo, e loro trecento metri per raggiungere terra, duemila scalini lenti e calmi contro il terrore. Quanti pensieri silenziosi, prepotenti tra un passo e l’altro, lacrime implose, disperatamente forti.
Fuori cenere, brandelli e corpi varcano l’aria, scomposti tetri fuochi d’artificio, causa del silenzio più abbagliante. Il terrore, mi hanno raccontato, è bianco.

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9-11, September 2001. The fall of the Twin Towers. A tragedy that shattered our hearts. Every detail is still sharp. This short story is dedicated to all the victims of the terrorist attack and, mostly, to the firemen that lost their life while trying to help some civilians. Who made it.

In the year 2013 it is selected by Giulio Perrone Publishing for their Short Stories Competition. It is published and can be read (in italian) in the volume Storie In 100 Parole (Stories in 100 Words) for L’Erudita.

ISBN 978-88-6770-063-9

Places From The California Notebooks 2015

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once I used
to live in a jungle
I think

I spent my time
wading off emotions
spiders and mosquitoes

crying

the light was
hardly shining
emotions were
too thick

I needed a machete

cutting off some thoughts
new emotions started
to grow tall and lean
fewer the ivy

now I live

in a green pasture
sunshine on a clear sky
and the occasional
thorn bush

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Stillness From California Notebooks 2015

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I notice the silence

not anymore the chirping
or the chatter of the wind

I notice the hummingbird
trying stillness by furious

flapping I stop engaging
myself I let go of my eyes

frantic grasping of letters
on a page putting the book

where it was letting
my head down as

beheaded falling

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Nights From The California Notebooks 2015

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have you ever
been out walking
on some nights

when the dark
air feels like water
to your skin

a splash of beauty
dense and soft
at the same time

where you step out
in total amazement
crickets singing

the sky so bright
broken up by
constellations

always expecting
to see some wonder
taking place up there

like a waterfall
of stars crashing
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Dreams From The California Notebooks 2015

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I stand dreaming

totally defenseless
whilst entering lands
as if swimming
leaving my own

as a leaf in autumn
pushed around by
gusts of wind

to eventually land
in the comfort of
earth and there

I wait for a new
me to come
to pass my head
as on a pillow I

dream of new life

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