"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."

Elogio della follia

Mamma mia nevica a pacchi… (qui a Milano… mi immagino quanta ne stia venendo giù da Brian)… e io mi chiedo e mi domando… ma chi ce lo fa fare di andare giù a Roma? Ci metteremo otto ore, come minimo, il treno si fermerà in mezzo al nulla stile Poirot e, dimenticati da tutti, moriremo assiderati. A Roma quelli dell’associazione ci aspetteranno invano per ore ed infine si rassegneranno a fare lo spettacolo senza di noi, maledicendoci. Gli archeologi ritroveranno il nostro treno tra qualche millennio ed esporranno le nostre mummie in una camera termica come Oetzi. E diventeremo famosi. Il che non è poi così male, ma non è neanche il massimo delle mie aspirazioni.
Insomma, se non ci rivedremo più colgo l’occasione per avvolgervi tutti in un ultimo caldo (?) abbraccio.
—

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Spooktober 27 – The Black Monk (2)

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Beauty and Ugliness: an exhibition

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2 Comments
  • brianzolitudine
    Posted at 21:26h, 30 January Reply

    Tutto bene ora? ;)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 18:30h, 31 January Reply

    Mica tanto… mi sono presa una serie infinita ed innominabile di infezioni e/o infiammazioni (la più simpatica è una tonsillite). Un po’ perché devo aver preso freddo nella trasferta romana e un po’ perché ho somatizzato troppo la scenata isterica di una cretina la quale, dopo che io mi sono fatta il proverbiale cuore a mandolino per organizzare al meglio una mostra con anche i suoi disegni, sostiene io la boicotti. Scema io che ci sono stata male. E oggi ho anche mancato un esame in università cui tenevo tantissimo. .

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