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Lost in Fagnana – The Official Blog

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?

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Spooktober 27 – The Black Monk (2)

Chapter 3 After supper, when the visitors had gone, he went to his room and lay down on the sofa: he wanted to think about the monk. But a minute later Tanya came in. “Here, Andryusha; read father’s articles,” she said, giving him a bundle

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Spooktober 26 – The Black Monk (1)

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Beauty and Ugliness: an exhibition

A few pictures from the recently closed exhibition on Beauty and Ugliness as an aesthetic paradigma in which what’s ideal and what’s grotesque melt together as sides of the same coin. The exhibition featured works by Brueghel (lent from the other exhibition at Palazzo Reale),

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3 Comments
  • Njord
    Posted at 07:48h, 07 May Reply

    Ma la Fagnana non è vicino a ronchetto?…

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 18:11h, 07 May Reply

    ci farò un giretto allora.

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 23:18h, 07 May Reply

    Ci sono persino un paio di mie foto :-p

    Non saprei, Njord: dov’è Ronchetto?

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