There was a time, or perhaps that time has always existed, like a motionless backdrop beneath the flow of ages, which men remember only in rare moments of vertigo, when the mind, weary of measuring surfaces, halts trembling before the…
While emptying the house where my grandfather had spent his final, twilight years, that house that still seemed suspended in a held breath, as if its rooms were waiting for one last command, I never imagined I would discover, wedged…
There was, hidden from the eyes of that blind and unaware crowd, yet nonetheless present in every breath that mingled like a gentle breeze caressing the bark of ancient trees, without ever disturbing the leaves with a rustle, a man…
In the long, twisted shadow of a city whose very name seemed to have been lost in the smoke of factories and the clamour of human ambition, lived a man whose fate, though initially shaped by the calloused hands of…