"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…
Chapter 7 One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated
Every few months it comes back. A pencil drawing of a bee, a quote in a serif font, and different authorities invoked as the source: aerodynamically speaking, the bee cannot fly, but it doesn’t know that, so it flies anyway. It gets shared and liked,
Chapter 5 Glad that he had been so successful in the part of peacemaker, Kovrin went into the park. Sitting on a garden seat, thinking, he heard the rattle of a carriage and a feminine laugh — visitors were arriving. When the shades of evening
Chapter 7 One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated
Every few months it comes back. A pencil drawing of a bee, a quote in a serif font, and different authorities invoked as the source: aerodynamically speaking, the bee cannot fly, but it doesn’t know that, so it flies anyway. It gets shared and liked,
Chapter 5 Glad that he had been so successful in the part of peacemaker, Kovrin went into the park. Sitting on a garden seat, thinking, he heard the rattle of a carriage and a feminine laugh — visitors were arriving. When the shades of evening
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)