"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."
Qualcuno non capirà, molti si interrogheranno invano, ma vi devo segnalare che è on-line il blog del gruppo Lost in Fagnana.
Durante il festival infatti, nella remota Cascina Fagnana a Buccinasco, si è creata una sorta di Ultima Alleanza tra Bolgeri ed Eldalie (più o meno), uniti a fronteggiare la mancanza di pubblico, di strutture, di conforto, di cibo e di speranza. ^__^
Come non creare un blog per raccogliere le demenziali testimonianze di quegli assurdi momenti?
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
3 Comments
Njord
Posted at 07:48h, 07 MayMa la Fagnana non è vicino a ronchetto?…
heraclitus
Posted at 18:11h, 07 Mayci farò un giretto allora.
Shelidon
Posted at 23:18h, 07 MayCi sono persino un paio di mie foto :-p
Non saprei, Njord: dov’è Ronchetto?