"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."

E ora cosa mi metto?

Questa sera, sfilata organizzata dalla Marangoni, all’accademia dei cadetti di corso Italia.
Esibisce anche una mia cara amica.
"Certo che ci vengo!"
Sì. Ma come diavolo mi vesto? E’ come andare ad un gay pride organizzato al Rotary Club…

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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

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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,

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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

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6 Comments
  • contenebbia
    Posted at 13:48h, 03 July Reply

    Ehhh, my dear: in questo caso bisognerebbe recuperare il vecchio sano spirito dadaista…

  • coaloalab
    Posted at 18:12h, 03 July Reply

    Et Voilà!

    Concordo con il Conte.

    Aggiungo frac e ombrellone.

    Ma quando non ci troviamo tra di Noi!!

    A propos, nel clima dadaista ti auguro Buon Compleanno!

    A distanza di qualche mese…

    Tempi duri per i segni d’aria. A presto Chérie, Votre Robert

  • Conigliolo
    Posted at 18:48h, 03 July Reply

    Vuoi andarci vestita da Bonnye?

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 10:01h, 04 July Reply

    C’è chi dello spirito dadaista ha tentato di fare il suo manifesto…

    Comunque in qualche modo me la sono cavata.

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 10:01h, 04 July Reply

    C’è chi dello spirito dadaista ha tentato di fare il suo manifesto…

    Comunque in qualche modo me la sono cavata.

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 10:33h, 04 July Reply

    mmm… io proprio non ho onsigli a riguardo…

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