"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."
Proprio oggi che ho dimenticato il canotto, dovrei andare in studio verso la tarda mattinata a disegnare un portacandele per il patio della sala da pranzo. Ammesso e non concesso che il mio collega attualmente in Israele dia segni di vita e non si sia già suicidato buttandosi dalla terrazza dell’ultimo piano.
I programmi per il prossimo futuro sono quantomeno vaghi: che io debba partire la settimana del 13? E dire che ricordo la mia voce chiedere almeno due settimane in Italia…
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A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XIX: The Dead and the Living At the same moment that the trembling soul of the young Baron passed away, Thibault, awaking as if from an agitated sleep full of terrible dreams, sat up in his bed. He
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2 Comments
damakaris
Posted at 19:45h, 08 July>non si sia già suicidato buttandosi >dalla terrazza dell’ultimo piano
Finendo in una delle finestre a wasistdas e danneggiandovi altri 1000 e rotti dollari al metro di parquet?
Shelidon
Posted at 17:01h, 19 JulyAd esempio, sì.
(puro genio le wasistdas)