A volume collecting epigrams (in English and Italian) and paintings, called "Under the Burnt Walls", was published in March 2010.

The 114 pages book, that includes a Foreword by Antonio Maria Costa, Under-Secretary-General of the United Nations, is available as a Paperback or as a Download (click on the respective links), and was presented to the 2010 edition of BookExpo America in New York.

“Timeless. On the contrary, inside time. And beyond. It rains this light rain of words. Significant. Blunt. Stirring, most of all.  /  And then the images, evoked, drawn, painted. Strokes and shadows. Black. Intensity, liberty. And love. Thank you Stefano.”

Marco Mathieu, Writer and Journalist / La Repubblica - Milan (Italy)

Below you can find a selection of the poetry included in the volume:

I breathe

Purple flower

In my hand

Touch me

With lips moist of dew

Sprinkle me with kisses

Sensation of imminent rain

Outlines a pause

In the sigh of existence

Free

Devoid of any decadence

Intangible to time

As an imperfect lover

I breathe

I breathe

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Beyond the sea

I search for the one I knew

You

Are waiting for me

As unwanted breath

When I see you

You are dancing

You follow the rhythm of the delicate fingers

That beat the pale and unquiet skin of the drums of Lesbos

Dark melodies resound

Then you look at me

Still breathless

I recognize traces of tears in your eyes

Crying you pretend to curse me

I feel a tremble

Of flutes

And the horizons reflect your glance

I would like you spoke to me

Pretending to be my lover

I would like you set free

The soul you seduced me

Tremble of flutes

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I was born from eastern seas

From unquietness

Adopted by peoples

Without name

I feel the paleness

Slowly taking possession of my body

Finally free

I caress the oxidised walls of Mycenae

I see the symbols of eternal decline

I taste their amber wine

I am yours

Obitus

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Under the burnt walls

The sand remains

Purified

I recite the monologue

Of the essence and of the continuous relapse

Of mortal love

Tears and words

The art of power

Quiet as only a god

Can be

Sand

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I sleep alone

In the soft bed

Of white attalic fabrics

An ethiopian myrrh burns in the air

Whilst

I pour a scent

Of sweetest spices

I listen to the wind speaking of you

You finally came

I have been waiting for you

Waiting for you

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It rains

Tearful death

Water

Sweet and lucent

Flows unquiet

Along your hair of violet

The face pale of silver

The thin blue hands

Under the rain

I kiss your gelid lips

Slowly

You conduct to you my body

Now shadeless

Whilst it continues to rain

Tearful death

Je respire

Pourpre fleur

En ma main

Effleure-moi

Avec lèvres humides de rosée

Mouille-moi de baisers

Sensation de pluie imminente

Délinée une pause

En le soupir de l’être

Libre

Privé de toute décadence

Intangible au temps

Comme imparfait amant

Je respire

Je respire

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Oltre il mare

Cerco colei che conoscevo

Tu

Mi stai aspettando

Come respiro non voluto

Quando ti vedo

Stai danzando

Segui il ritmo delle dita lievi

Che battono la pelle pallida ed inquieta dei tamburi di Lesbo

Risuonano cupi melodie

Poi mi guardi

Ancora ansimante

Mi accorgo di tracce di lacrime nei tuoi occhi

In pianto fingi di maledirmi

Avverto un tremito  

Di flauti

E gli orizzonti riflettono il tuo sguardo

Vorrei che tu mi parlassi

Che fingessi di essere la mia amante

Vorrei che liberassi

L’anima che mi hai sedotto

Tremito di flauti

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Sono nato da mari orientali

Dall’inquietudine

Adottato da popoli

Senza nome

Sento il pallore

Lentamente impossessarsi del mio corpo

Finalmente libero

Accarezzo le mura ossidate di Micene

Vedo i simboli dell’eterno declino

Ne gusto il vino ambrato

Sono tuo

Obitus

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Sotto le mura   Arse

La sabbia rimane

Purificata

Recito il monologo

Dell’essenza e della ricaduta continua

Dell’amore mortale

Lacrime e parole

L’arte del potere

Quieto come solo un dio

Può essere

Sabbia

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Dormo sola

Nel letto soffice

Di candide stoffe attaliche

Una mirra etiope brucia nell’aria

Mentre

Verso un profumo

Di spezie dolcissime

Ascolto il vento parlarmi di te

Sei finalmente giunta

Ti aspettavo

Ti aspettavo

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Piove

Morte lacrimosa

Acqua

Dolce e lucente

Scorre Inquieta

Lungo i tuoi capelli di viola

Il viso pallido di argento

Le sottili mani blu

Sotto la pioggia

Bacio le tue labbra gelide

Lentamente

conduci a te il mio corpo

Ormai senza ombra

Mentre continua a piovere

Morte lacrimosa