His first sonolenta
I was invited to spend the night at the house of my uncles, and my cousin, with whom I already had a certain closeness, but had never crossed clear limits. The house was silent, almost motionless, typical of a dawn when everyone seems to be plunged into a deep sleep. There was no expectation beyond an ordinary night — one of those that promises nothing and, precisely for this reason, leaves room for the unexpected.
About His first sonolenta
I was invited to spend the night at the house of my uncles, and my cousin, with whom I already had a certain closeness, but had never crossed clear limits. The house was silent, almost motionless, typical of a dawn when everyone seems to be plunged into a deep sleep. There was no expectation beyond an ordinary night — one of those that promises ...Read more