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01:07 – The Last Breath on the City
Silence, except for the sound of the insistent rain dripping from the eaves and collecting in glittering streams on the asphalt. It’s late at night, the city seems to be in hibernation, but someone is lurking. The bright billboard above the old cinema reads 01:07, the red numbers blurred by the fog. Alessandro was sure he shouldn’t return to that neighborhood. Every brick, every damp smell on the…
01:07 – L’Ultimo Respiro sulla Città
Silenzio, tranne il rumore della pioggia insistente che cola dai cornicioni e si raccoglie in rivoli luccicanti sull’asfalto. È notte fonda, la città sembra in letargo, ma qualcuno è in agguato. Il cartellone luminoso sopra il vecchio cinema marca le 01:07, i numeri rossi sfocati dalla nebbia. Alessandro era sicuro che non avrebbe dovuto tornare in quel quartiere. Ogni mattone, ogni odore di…
09-02: beyond the Moscow ice
Andrei’s breath formed clouds of steam in the freezing morning air. He walked the walls shaking, under the crackling of the plumbeo sky, his hands slipped into the pockets of the coat. It was February 9 and all Moscow seemed to hold back the breath, stretched on an invisible threshold. He made his way to the subway, fixing the steps that slid on the thin layer of ice. On his sides, the golden…
09-02: Oltre il Ghiaccio di Mosca
Il respiro di Andrei formava nuvole di vapore nell’aria gelida del mattino. Camminava rasente i muri, sotto il crepitare del cielo plumbeo, le mani infilate nelle tasche del cappotto. Era il 9 febbraio e tutta Mosca sembrava trattenere il fiato, tesa su una soglia invisibile. Faceva strada verso la metropolitana, fissando i passi che scivolavano sullo strato sottile di ghiaccio. Ai suoi lati, le…
Winter notes in Durban: the song of January 9th
The tides of the Indian Ocean informed placid against Durban beach, blending the boundaries between a night still flourished in summer and a new year that, just started, already loomed with old promises. Zanele sat on the wet paving in front of the Nombi tavern, the fingers that tormented the strings of his old guitar. The world seemed in the balance: the memory of the December fires still…
Note d’inverno a Durban: la canzone del 9 gennaio
Le maree dell’oceano Indiano s’infrangevano placide contro la spiaggia di Durban, sfumando i confini tra una notte ancora fiorita d’estate e un nuovo anno che, appena iniziato, già incombeva con vecchie promesse. Zanele sedeva sul selciato bagnato davanti alla taverna di Ntombi, le dita che tormentavano le corde della sua vecchia chitarra. Il mondo sembrava in bilico: il ricordo degli incendi di…
08-31: silence between the stars
The muffled echo of the turbines was confused with the regular beat of Gabriel’s heart, suspended in that immense silent space. The digital clock marked 08:31, now on board. It was precisely to that instant that the universe, or at least his perception, changed forever. The “Vega One” was in orbit around Kepler-186F for thirty-seven days. The expedition, made up of five people, had a single…
08-31: Silenzio tra le stelle
L’eco ovattata delle turbine si confondeva con il battito regolare del cuore di Gabriel, sospeso in quell’immenso spazio silenzioso. L’orologio digitale segnava le 08:31, ora di bordo. Fu proprio a quell’istante che l’universo, o almeno la sua percezione, cambiò per sempre. La “Vega One” era in orbita attorno a Kepler-186f da trentasette giorni. La spedizione, composta da cinque persone, aveva un…
