"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."
A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XX: True to Tryst On quitting the Countess’s room, Thibault had left the castle by the way which he had described to her, and soon found himself safe beyond its walls and outside the park. And now, for
In a city that often hides its wonders behind unassuming façades, Casa degli Atellani is a palimpsest of Milan’s most profound historical, artistic, and architectural evolutions. And yet, this house — steeped in stories from the Sforza court to the 20th-century architectural revival — is
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
A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XX: True to Tryst On quitting the Countess’s room, Thibault had left the castle by the way which he had described to her, and soon found himself safe beyond its walls and outside the park. And now, for
In a city that often hides its wonders behind unassuming façades, Casa degli Atellani is a palimpsest of Milan’s most profound historical, artistic, and architectural evolutions. And yet, this house — steeped in stories from the Sforza court to the 20th-century architectural revival — is
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
5 Comments
impbianco
Posted at 23:51h, 08 FebruaryDire che mi trovo pianamente d’accordo è dire poco! :P
X-Bye
venturo
Posted at 11:58h, 09 FebruaryE’ troppo che non passo di qui!
Un saluto cara Shelidon…
Shelidon
Posted at 12:15h, 09 FebruaryCiao a te, carissima commessa.
HowlingWolf
Posted at 09:54h, 11 FebruaryNe conoscevo una versione alternativa che diceva che lo scenziato cerca un gatto nero in una stanza buia; il teologo cerca, in una stanza buia, un gatto nero che non c’è, il politico è quello che in una stanza buia, cercando un gatto nero che non c’è, dopo un po’ inizia a gridare ‘L’ho preso: L’ho preso!”
Shelidon
Posted at 10:41h, 11 FebruaryDecisamente notevole! :-D