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Storie Sotto Le Stelle Podcast

Storie Sotto Le Stelle Podcast

By: Storie Sotto Le Stelle Marco Ciappelli
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Benvenuti nel mondo incantato di Storie Sotto Le Stelle! Unisciti a noi sotto le stelle, dove narratori misteriosi rivelano mondi incantati popolati da eroi, creature curiose, terre perdute, incontri strani e avventure che si muovono nel tempo e nell’immaginazione — e storie che prendono vita là dove l’ordinario incontra lo straordinario. Alcune storie sono leggere e giocose, perfette per un sorriso e una scintilla di meraviglia. Altre vanno più in profondità, pensate anche per chi è cresciuto — ma non ha mai smesso di immaginare. Ogni racconto è un piccolo universo da esplorare. Apri la mente. Il viaggio comincia. _________________________________________________________________________ Welcome to the enchanted world of Stories Under The Stars Read in English and Italian — also written in both languages. Join us under the stars, where mysterious storytellers reveal enchanted worlds filled with heroes, curious beings, lost lands, strange encounters, and adventures that stretch across time and imagination — and stories that unfold where the ordinary meets the extraordinary. Some stories are light and playful, perfect for a smile and a spark of wonder. Others go deeper, written also for those who may have grown up — but never stopped imagining. Each tale is a little universe waiting to be explored. Open your mind. The journey begins.2025 - ITSPmagazine Inc Art Literary History & Criticism Literature & Fiction
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  • THE SEASONS IN A BREATH | A Short Bedtime Story Written By Marco e Lucia Ciappelli (English Version) | Stories Sotto Le Stelle Podcast | Short Stories For Children And The Young At Heart

    THE SEASONS IN A BREATH | A Short Bedtime Story Written By Marco e Lucia Ciappelli (English Version) | Stories Sotto Le Stelle Podcast | Short Stories For Children And The Young At Heart
    Nov 12 2025

    THE SEASONS IN A BREATH

    Autumn appeared at the window and looked around
    — it was November.

    "The leaves are yellow and red.
    The swallows fly away in flocks over the rooftops.
    The crisp air smells of roasted chestnuts and burning wood.
    I like it this way,"
    Autumn exclaimed.

    Winter opened the door and looked around
    — it was January.

    "The snow and the freezing wind.
    In the woods, mistletoe on branches beneath a blanket of ice.
    The marmot sleeps in her covered den, dreaming of the stars.
    How lovely it is to be warm and cozy!"
    Winter exclaimed.

    Spring stepped out onto the terrace and looked around
    — it was April.

    "The flowers bloom and the birds chirp, returning to their nests.
    With the mild temperature, joyful life vibrates in the air.
    How wonderful!"
    Spring exclaimed.

    Summer went into the garden and looked around
    — it was July.

    A cat rests in the shade of a pine tree.
    The air smells of cut grass and ripe fruit.
    The butterflies dance carefree to the song of the cicadas.
    The sun makes me smile!"
    Summer exclaimed.

    The months pass and the year spins at great speed,
    but they will always bring something beautiful.

    Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.

    The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!

    If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You’ll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available.

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    5 mins
  • LE STAGIONI IN UN SOFFIO | Una Breve Storia Della Buona Notte Per Bambini
 | Scritta da Marco & Lucia Ciappelli (Versione in Italiano) | Storie Sotto Le Stelle Podcast | Storie Brevi Per Bambini E Giovani Di Cuore

    LE STAGIONI IN UN SOFFIO | Una Breve Storia Della Buona Notte Per Bambini
 | Scritta da Marco & Lucia Ciappelli (Versione in Italiano) | Storie Sotto Le Stelle Podcast | Storie Brevi Per Bambini E Giovani Di Cuore
    Nov 12 2025

    LE STAGIONI IN UN SOFFIO

    L'Autunno si affacciò alla finestra e si guardò intorno
    — era Novembre.

    "Le foglie sono gialle e rosse.
    Le rondini volano via in gruppi sopra i tetti.
    L'aria fresca profuma di caldarroste e di legna bruciata.
    A me piace così.”
    Esclamò l'Autunno.

    L'Inverno aprì la porta e si guardò intorno
    — era Gennaio.

    "La neve e il vento gelido.
    Nel bosco, il vischio sui rami sotto un mantello di ghiaccio.
    La marmotta dorme nella sua tana coperta, sognando le stelle.
    Ma che bello se al calduccio sto.”
    Esclamò l'Inverno.

    La Primavera uscì sul terrazzo e si guardò intorno
    — era Aprile.

    "I fiori sbocciano e gli uccelli cinguettano tornando ai loro nidi.
    Con la temperatura mite la vita gioiosa vibra nell'aria.
    Che meraviglia.”
    Esclamò la Primavera.

    L'Estate andò in giardino e si guardò intorno
    — era Luglio.

    Un gatto riposa all'ombra di un pino.
    L'aria profuma di erba tagliata e di frutta matura.
    Le farfalle danzano spensierate al canto delle cicale.
    Il sole sorridere mi fa.”
    Esclamò l'Estate.

    Passano i mesi e gira l'anno a gran velocità,
    ma sempre qualcosa di bello porteranno.

    Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.

    The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!

    If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You’ll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available.

    Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/


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    5 mins
  • Halloween over Florence: THE MARKET OF GHOSTS | A Short Story Written By Marco Ciappelli (English Version) | Stories Sotto Le Stelle Podcast | Short Stories For Children And The Young At Heart

    Halloween over Florence: THE MARKET OF GHOSTS | A Short Story Written By Marco Ciappelli (English Version) | Stories Sotto Le Stelle Podcast | Short Stories For Children And The Young At Heart
    Oct 28 2025
    Halloween over Florence: THE MARKET OF GHOSTSSeverino lived in the bell tower on the hill — the one next to the ancient Basilica of San Miniato al Monte.Every evening, at sunset, he would lock the gate at the base of the entrance stairway and before climbing back up, he would pause to watch Florence color itself amber.And so he did today as well. The tourists had left. Time stopped and silence became sacred again.Through the rusted bars the city stood there motionless — perhaps since forever; with its red roofs, marble facades and the Arno flowing between its stones like a glittering silver ribbon.Domes and towers trembling with light, almost suspended in the air, as if everything and everyone were holding their breath waiting for twilight — and for the night that would cover it with shadows, stars and dreams.One more glance, then he turned on his transistor radio that he had found a few years ago and the notes of Duke Ellington's 'Don't Get Around Much Anymore' filled the autumn evening.Silence may be sacred for the monks, but for Severino music was more so. Seven, his raven, didn't need to be called and at the first notes launched himself from the cypresses of the cemetery above, circled in front of the imposing facade of the Basilica and suddenly glided down along the stairway, to land gently on his left shoulder."Hey Seven, had a good day?""Yes. Could have been worse — Let's settle for that."At which, Severino smiled, turned up the radio's volume and began climbing resolutely toward le Porte del Cielo, while Jazz music echoed among the ancient stones.Nine years ago, on this same day in the month of October, the Olivetan monks residing in the Abbey found a child on the steps of the Basilica.He was there, wrapped in fog, silent as the night, eyes curious as the wind, without name and without past. They called him Severino — I don't know why — and he grew up among prayers and silences. He played in ancient rooms and discovered his world, surrounded by books, tombs, art and mysteries never revealed. At night a raven and a black cat accompanied him, illuminated by the moon, in the Cimitero delle Porte Sante, wandering among imposing crypts and motionless statues that whispered memories and mysteries.But on Halloween nights the whispers transform into screams and endless laments. Secrets manifest themselves, legends become reality, and dreams disguised as nightmares knock on doors lit by candles. And that full moon night was precisely this night: October 31st — and remember, whether you believe in spirits or not, nothing changes: the ghosts will come.And Severino was up there, right there waiting for them to arrive. Leaning out the highest window of the bell tower, calm, looking at Florence from above. While Thelonious Monk's 'Round Midnight' played on his radio, he watched — tapping time with one foot and waited.At the second of the twelve strokes of the midnight bells, something began to happen. On the Arno formed a dense fog that pulsed with spectral green. It began to rise and slide slow but inexorable over the bridges like fingers of cold hands of impatient ghosts. It slid over the Ponte Vecchio and rolled through the streets of Oltrarno until reaching San Niccolò, where it climbed up the hill swallowing everything it found in its path.When it reached the gate of San Miniato, it slipped through the bars and climbed up the stairs until it covered, like a high luminous tide, the entire square in front of the church. It climbed up the marble facade and wrapped also the Cimitero delle Porte Sante, covering the entire hill in a cloak of mystery. Then slowly, as if by enchantment, the fog began to dissolve rising toward the sky and when the last cloud melted into the night air, the square was no longer empty.Small jack-o'-lanterns with flickering lights floated in the air smiling with teeth of fire. Black candles sprouted from nowhere, illuminating spectral stalls full of everything and nothing. Bats that seemed made of paper but were alive fluttered among the lights with wings of black velvet, while autumn leaves danced without wind, sparkling with gold and copper. Pumpkins of every shape filled the stands, some carved with funny faces, others covered with silver spiderwebs that shone like threads of moon. Witch hats swirled in the air like flying umbrellas rotating slow on themselves. Roasted chestnuts perfumed the air with cinnamon and mystery, while small dancing skeletons tinkled like ice bells.And finally in the Cimitero delle Porte Sante, the Portal opened. Like every Halloween, for centuries, spirits from all over the world congregated in Florence for their annual meeting. A spectral river of ghosts poured into the square, each heading toward their own stall, and each with their impossible merchandise to sell or trade. The spirits had arrived and Severino observed them from above. A carnival of other worlds, made of sounds, colors and unimaginable stories.The deserted square had...
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