"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."

Chiuso per ferie

Questo week-end sarò, per dirla con le parole di una dei miei deliziosi ospiti, a Fossato* (non di Vico) Cantagallo (non quello sull’autostrada dell’appennino) Prato (quello vicino a Firenze, non l’altro). Un luogo che per raggiungere bisogna già sapere dove si trovi, come l’Isola che non c’è o l’isola di Jack Sparrow.
Vedrò amici, parlerò con gente, starò in compagnia.

Ci ritroviamo al mio ritorno. Nel frattempo, lascio la porta aperta: curiosate pure.

Spooktober

Spooktober 29 – The Black Monk (4)

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

Read More »
technology

Hey, teacher, leave the bumblebee alone

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,

Read More »
Spooktober

Spooktober 28 – The Black Monk (3)

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

Read More »
Share on LinkedIn
Throw on Reddit
Roll on Tumblr
Mail it
4 Comments
  • Chiarina82
    Posted at 07:47h, 22 April Reply

    vedrò gente, farò cose :P

    Buon weekend. :)

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 09:30h, 22 April Reply

    divertiti e riposati e fai cose e vedi gente e noi ti aspettiamo qui. ;-)

  • Damiani
    Posted at 18:17h, 22 April Reply

    divertiti, magari con del buon cibo e una buona compagnia..

    noi intanto si entra e si curiosa…

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 10:47h, 23 April Reply

    Chiarina, esattamente ;-p

    Un bellissimo week-end, non c’è che dire. Ottimo cibo, ottima compagnia.

Post A Comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

RELATED POSTS

Spooktober 29 – The Black Monk (4)

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

Read More

Hey, teacher, leave the bumblebee alone

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,

Read More

Spooktober 28 – The Black Monk (3)

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

Read More