The author has published as ebooks many collections of fairy tales and stories in Italian, translated also into English, Spanish and Portuguese.
Short Stories and Bedtime Fairy Tales
This is a collection of short, sweet tales frequently having happy endings and a moral. What a great opportunity to get together with your family in the evenings and take your children to bed, together discovering fantasy worlds to live in, far from the rules and routine of everyday life.
These stories are short, but full of values: friendship, sympathy, respect and tolerance of diversity, simplicity and moderation. A chance to rediscover together the important things of life setting them apart from the frivolous ones.
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The two waves
An old fishing boat making waves in the ocean and going south to the Island of Nuku Hiva created us.
Young and enthusiastic, we set out towards our faraway destinations.
I was eastbound and my sister westbound, in opposite directions, but with equal stamina. We were drifting apart and every passing minute, hour or day something new would happen. However, deep down in our heart we anxiously looked forward to the moment we would meet again.
On the second day of my trip, a dolphin mounted me and together we played along the coral islands, where I had to jump over rocks and the reef. They scratched my whole body, but, although tired, I managed to keep going.
I was always thinking about my westbound sister, going towards Peru. After all, she was sailing fast pushed on by warm winds towards distant shores. A thousand or more jumps later she came across a school of young and naive sardines. They were very harmonious having fun chasing each other and doing all sorts of acrobatics on top of her. The westbound wave was getting fond of the young companions after so many joyful jumps together. So when she saw a ravenous seagull nose-diving towards the school, she foamed and deflected the attack. Then she pushed them deep down, far away from the surface and danger and continued her journey alone.
We reached the shore at different moments, and in a different way. For me it was like a sweet embrace with the warm sand of the Samoa Island. Just enough time to warm up and remember the heady scent of tropical flowers and there I went joyfully towards my twin sister.
On the other hand, she clashed on the smooth rocks of the reef, a hard and unfriendly impact. Then, she went on towards her new destination without regrets and never looking back.
After so many leaps, we were getting tired. However, we had so many stories to tell each other, so we ran on carefree.
We would meet any minute now, in the heart of the Pacific Ocean, and were looking forward to it.
We missed each other so much and, at every leap, we jumped higher and higher to scan the horizon looking for each other.
Then I saw her rippling in the distance, behind her the dawn of a new day.
Her crest was shining with multicolored reflections. It was a magnificent sight, my excitement making it a thousand times more so.
She saw me, too and foamed at once knowingly.
We leaped effortlessly and passionately towards each other.
Then we hugged and hugged, we were exhausted.
In that tangle of happiness, we quietly disappeared into the ocean.
An old fishing boat making waves in the ocean and going south to the Island of Nuku Hiva created us.
Young and enthusiastic, we set out towards our faraway destinations.
I was eastbound and my sister westbound, in opposite directions, but with equal stamina. We were drifting apart and every passing minute, hour or day something new would happen. However, deep down in our heart we anxiously looked forward to the moment we would meet again.
On the second day of my trip, a dolphin mounted me and together we played along the coral islands, where I had to jump over rocks and the reef. They scratched my whole body, but, although tired, I managed to keep going.
I was always thinking about my westbound sister, going towards Peru. After all, she was sailing fast pushed on by warm winds towards distant shores. A thousand or more jumps later she came across a school of young and naive sardines. They were very harmonious having fun chasing each other and doing all sorts of acrobatics on top of her. The westbound wave was getting fond of the young companions after so many joyful jumps together. So when she saw a ravenous seagull nose-diving towards the school, she foamed and deflected the attack. Then she pushed them deep down, far away from the surface and danger and continued her journey alone.
We reached the shore at different moments, and in a different way. For me it was like a sweet embrace with the warm sand of the Samoa Island. Just enough time to warm up and remember the heady scent of tropical flowers and there I went joyfully towards my twin sister.
On the other hand, she clashed on the smooth rocks of the reef, a hard and unfriendly impact. Then, she went on towards her new destination without regrets and never looking back.
After so many leaps, we were getting tired. However, we had so many stories to tell each other, so we ran on carefree.
We would meet any minute now, in the heart of the Pacific Ocean, and were looking forward to it.
We missed each other so much and, at every leap, we jumped higher and higher to scan the horizon looking for each other.
Then I saw her rippling in the distance, behind her the dawn of a new day.
Her crest was shining with multicolored reflections. It was a magnificent sight, my excitement making it a thousand times more so.
She saw me, too and foamed at once knowingly.
We leaped effortlessly and passionately towards each other.
Then we hugged and hugged, we were exhausted.
In that tangle of happiness, we quietly disappeared into the ocean.