#windowreflection

ENG Teresa hated cars. As a young girl, she had a bad accident on her way to school, sha had an emergency operation on her right leg, was forced to stay in bed for more than two months and had to undergo

ENG Fabrizio was an artist, he had the creativity running through his veins and that uncommon genius that only a few persons had the opportunity to receive. He had never studied art, but for him drawing

ENG Maria often felt alone, even though she had all the love of her family, she felt that something was missing. So, like many children, she surrounded herself with some imaginary friends, in particular

ENG To go to the University, Michela took the train almost every day, except on Thursdays because it was more the time she spent on the journey than the actual hours of lessons. She enjoyed taking that

ENG Fiorella lived right there, in that blue building with large mirrored windows through which I could not look. So I saw her enter the house but then I didn't know where she was going, in the evening

ENG It was the first days of autumn and it was raining that fine rain until you don't use an umbrella but get wet little by little. I looked reflected on the glass of a window at a group of tourists who