Storie Sotto Le Stelle Podcast

Halloween and the Little Robots
In the world of tomorrow there is a village of the future, whose inhabitants are little robots.
“It’s Halloween — let’s get ready to celebrate!” shouted the robots of the village of the future, all together.
The pumpkins woke at dawn, washed their faces with the dew and, humming, put on their make-up.
They took their places on the windowsills and in front of the doors of the houses, each with its own candle.
With witches’ hats on their heads and baskets shaped like glowing electronic pumpkins in their hands, the little robots went from house to house, repeating: “Trick or treat?”
At dusk, the candles inside the pumpkins lit up, illuminating the streets; the atmosphere was perfect as the village waited for the ghosts.
As the clock struck midnight, they arrived like white shadows from the old castle tower. They leapt from one tree to another and, floating in the air, flitted about among the houses.
“They’re here — we have to catch them!” shouted the robots, making their antennas flash.
They sprang into action and took out their magnetic nets to block the ghosts, who, faster than light, slipped straight through them, as if they were made of air.
All of a sudden, a gust of icy wind blew out every light in the village.
The ghosts’ shadows stretched across the walls, growing gigantic, and burst into a mischievous laugh: “Ha, ha, ha! You’ll never catch us.”
They started whirling through the air again, doing somersaults and spinning round and round above the heads of the little robots, who stood gazing up at the sky.
The ghosts had formed a white cloud, and suddenly words appeared on it: See you next Halloween!
Then, just as they had appeared, they vanished in a flash, leaving the robots with their mouths wide open.
The littlest robot, its witch’s hat still all askew, lowered its magnetic net and said softly: “I don’t think they wanted to run away. They just wanted to play with us.”
The other robots looked at one another. Their antennas stopped flashing and lit up one after another, like so many little fireflies, and the village shone once more.
They had chased the ghosts all night long — and nobody had thought to invite them to the party.
The following year, on Halloween evening, the little robots left their magnetic nets in the cellar. They laid a long table in the piazza, with glowing pumpkins all around it and plenty of extra baskets of treats.
As the clock struck midnight, the white shadows arrived from the old castle tower. They stopped, looked at the table… and this time they did not run away.
That night, robots and ghosts played hide-and-seek until dawn. And guess who won: the ghosts, of course, who could pass straight through walls!
In the village of the future, anything can happen. All it takes is an extra place at the table.
— Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

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Welcome to Stories Under the Stars.
Written between Florence and Los Angeles by Lucia and Marco Ciappelli, tonight's story is titled: The Moon Was Smiling Happily.

The Moon Was Smiling Happily.
Round and round the Earth she went, and it never made her head spin.

Sometimes she met the Sun, and smiled at him too.
For a few minutes she would cover his round face, playing hide-and-seek.
Then she moved aside, and they both smiled again.

One day people came to visit her.
They walked softly upon her, and she kept still so they would not fall.
When they left, their footprints remained with her.

Turning in the universe, the Moon kept seeing strange objects.
They were things belonging to people, and she took no notice of them.

The sudden descent: the impact on the lunar surface of a piece of a rocket.
She did not understand why it had been let fall.
The dust tickled her nose and made her sneeze.
The Moon was astonished — she trusted humankind.

But then she forgot about it and carried on.
And every night she laid her light upon the windows, to make the sleepers dream.
The Moon was smiling happily.
Round and round the Earth she went, and it never made her head spin.

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Benvenuti su Storie Sotto Le Stelle.
Scritta tra Firenze e Los Angeles da Lucia e Marco Ciappelli, la storia di stasera si intitola: La Luna Sorrideva Contenta.
La Luna sorrideva contenta.
Andava intorno alla Terra e non le girava la testa. A volte si incontrava con il Sole e sorrideva anche a lui.
Per alcuni minuti gli copriva la faccia rotonda, giocando a nascondino.
Poi si spostava e sorridevano di nuovo tutti e due.
Un giorno gli uomini vennero a farle visita.
Camminarono piano sopra di lei, che stette ferma per non farli cadere.
Quando ripartirono, le rimasero le impronte.
La Luna, girando nell'universo, vedeva degli strani oggetti.
Erano cose degli uomini e non ci badava.
Improvvisa la caduta: l'impatto sul suolo lunare di un pezzo di razzo.
Non capiva perché era stato lasciato cadere.
La polvere le pizzicò il naso e la fece starnutire.
La Luna rimase stupita, si fidava dell'uomo.
Ma poi si dimenticò e andò avanti.
E ogni notte posava la sua luce sulle finestre, per far sognare chi dormiva.
La Luna sorrideva contenta.
Andava intorno alla Terra e non le girava la testa.
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El Jardín de Boboli al Revés

Historias Bajo las Estrellas — Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

Dentro de los muros de la ciudad de Florencia hay un jardín maravilloso.

Senderos entre el verde bordeados de estanques y fuentes.

Amplias escalinatas que, subidas con los ojos vueltos al cielo, dan la ilusión de poder tocarlo.

Esta es la belleza que todos pueden ver y admirar.

Debajo existe un reino desconocido que solo quien tiene imaginación puede descubrir.

Una suave bajada al lado derecho lleva a la gruta del Buontalenti, desde donde se abre un pasaje subterráneo en profundidad, que conduce a un mundo misterioso.

Las raíces de los árboles del jardín de arriba crecen y brotan reformándose al revés, como a través de un espejo.

Entre las ramas, nidos de peces voladores.

Pájaros que se deslizan sobre el agua lisa entre los nenúfares.

Un peral y un manzano, apoyados en un banco, hablan de todo y de nada, masticando pistachos tostados, mientras las abejas sentadas bajo un emparrado de fresas tocan una suave música jazz perfumada de lavanda.

Salpicaduras de agua, a veces sí a veces no, bañan prados y plantas a la luz del atardecer.

De repente una pequeña cascada, formada por un pequeño río, acelerando se abre.

Al instante un paseo arbolado toma forma en subida, indicando el camino a seguir.

En este reino incontaminado, no controlado por el hombre, nada es imposible.

En lo alto del recorrido, una gran apertura sobre las escalinatas, y el jardín de Boboli reaparece con sus maravillas y su historia.

En lo alto, como si nada, un manto de intenso azul estrellado envuelve Florencia en una cálida noche de verano.

— Escrita por Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

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The Upside-Down Garden of Boboli

Stories Under the Stars — Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

Within the walls of the city of Florence there is a marvellous garden.

Little pathways through the green, bordered by pools and fountains.

Broad stairways that, climbed with eyes turned to the sky, give the illusion of being able to touch it.

This is the beauty that everyone can see and admire.

Beneath lies an unknown kingdom that only those with imagination can discover.

A gentle slope on the right-hand side leads to the Buontalenti Grotto, from which a deep underground passage opens, leading to a mysterious world.

 

The roots of the trees from the garden above grow and blossom, reforming upside down, as if through a mirror.

 

Among the branches, nests of flying fish.

Birds that glide across the smooth water among the water lilies.

 

A pear tree and an apple tree, leaning against a bench, chat about this and that, nibbling toasted pistachios, while the bees seated beneath a pergola of strawberries play a gentle jazz melody fragrant with lavender.

 

Sprays of water, now and again, bathe meadows and plants in the light of the setting sun.

 

Suddenly a little waterfall, fed by a small river, accelerating, opens wide.

In an instant, a tree-lined avenue takes shape, rising upwards, pointing the way to follow.

 

In this unspoilt kingdom, untouched by human hands, nothing is impossible.

 

At the top of the path, a great opening above the stairways in the garden of Boboli, which reappears with all its wonders and its history.

 

High above, as if nothing were the matter, a mantle of deep starlit blue enfolds Florence in a warm summer night.

 

— Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

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