"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

666

Rops, I lombi del diavolo

Sì, sì, lo so, avrei dovuto scrivere il post alle ore 6:06:06 di questa mattina, ma si sa che l’accidia è uno dei vizi capitali.
Un avvertimento in ritardo è sempre meglio di niente. Guardate la data di oggi.
E state attenti questa sera (non so perché, ma non mi pare così illogico che il demonio non disdegni la maniera anglosassone).

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2 Comments
  • utente anonimo
    Posted at 20:14h, 06 June Reply

    666, the Number of the Beast…

    Peccato che il 3 dicembre sia ancora così lontano!!!

    A venerdì

    Raffaella aka Ghost Rider

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 19:08h, 07 June Reply

    Onoratissima del commento! ;-)

    A venerdì.

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