"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."

Povera Patria

Sh: Hai visto, a Roma?
SFé: Sì.
Sh: Questo Paese è allo sfascio. Siamo rovinate.
SFé: L’anno in cui siamo nate è una famosa distopia. Siamo nate rovinate.

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Werewolves Wednesday: The Wolf-Leader (19)

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

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Introduction: Stories We Tell About Data Before we ever store, query, or analyze it, we tell stories about data. Not with words, necessarily, but with structures. With paths, branches, and webs. With ontologies and classification systems. With expeditions and search parties. Data — raw, abstract,

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Pride Month 2025 – It’s a Wrap

We Were Always Here: on Memory, Erasure, and the Persistence of Queer History All month long, we have journeyed through scroll and scripture, painting and poetry, ruin and reliquary, gathering voices, gestures, glances that once defied the world to say: we have always loved differently.

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6 Comments
  • impbianco
    Posted at 11:12h, 29 April Reply

    …mmm… se non sono indiscreto… che anno sarebbe??? XD

    X-Bye

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 11:14h, 29 April Reply

    a) non si chiede l’età ad una signora

    b) non è che ci voglia Nostradamus :-p

  • ragnorosso
    Posted at 12:41h, 29 April Reply

    io ho capito. vorrei dire dall’alto del mio genio, ma poi qualcuno mi correggerebbe, per cui ammetto che una certa persona mi ha dato un ulteriore indizio. però questa scoperta mi fa sentire più fannullone del solito, uhm..

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 16:51h, 30 April Reply

    So che sembrerà incredibile, ma non era un quiz sulla mia età.

  • ragno62
    Posted at 20:00h, 02 May Reply

    sembra il dialogo fra le statue romane nel medioevo

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 15:17h, 03 May Reply

    Hahaha, è vero.

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