Dante was left alone at the base of a large oak tree covered with moss. Wherever the silence was overwhelming. No animal could be heard, nor the wind caressed a leaf. He rested his back against the trunk and whispered softly
October 16/ 19.. I started with the documents about the church itself: having found the original patron, was easy to go back to much more information. I discovered that had been built around 1389, as a votive offering of a local family now extinct, of which I could not, however, know the name, because it has been lost. Later, the church passed from the hands of several minor orders, until, in 1432 became the permanent home of a large group of Franciscans. The latter restored it and built a first nucleus of the monastery. (more…)
Inspired by the diorama made by F. Costrini, we present the fantasy short story of Dante, the last Bowman of Àdeio
We were speechless. We had not got wind of anything, because our room was divided from them by both the kitchen to the bathroom. Moreover, past the room of Matteo we had never heard nor gasps or unpleasant smells, but Giorgio insisted. His face pale, his eyes feverish, induced us not to contradict him further. (more…)
It’s been years since that Christmas cursed, but still I cannot think back to those moments without being prey to nightmares and tremors. The images of what I saw still haunt me every night, forcing me to jump out of bed, sweating and screaming as a banshee. To no serve the long hours spent in therapy and medication ordered to me in abundance. Wherever I turn, with anyone who speaks, I am always devoured by the fear to glimpse the signs.