Questo week-end sarò a Ciano d’Enza (Reggio Emilia) per Edoras 2006 con il mio gruppo culturale (da non confondersi con l’Associazione). Se qualcuno vuole rimbalzare da quelle parti, saremo abbastanza riconoscibili (si spera).
"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."
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Questo week-end sarò a Ciano d’Enza (Reggio Emilia) per Edoras 2006 con il mio gruppo culturale (da non confondersi con l’Associazione). Se qualcuno vuole rimbalzare da quelle parti, saremo abbastanza riconoscibili (si spera).

Derek Walcott was a Saint Lucian poet, playwright, and painter, and one of the major voices of Caribbean literature. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1992, and his work often explores Caribbean history, identity, colonial inheritance, and the meeting of European and African

I had a genuine “oh shit” moment when I read the author’s preface saying this was darker than “Winter Harvest” because – and I absolutely ADORED “Winter Harvest” – that was pitch-black dark. I thought “we’re all going to die”. This maybe has something to

Alexis Wright‘s Carpentaria, an epic work set in a fictional town called Desperance, opens before there are any people in it at all: an ancestral serpent, “a creature larger than storm clouds,” descends from the stars and drags itself across the wet clay of the

Derek Walcott was a Saint Lucian poet, playwright, and painter, and one of the major voices of Caribbean literature. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1992, and his work often explores Caribbean history, identity, colonial inheritance, and the meeting of European and African

I had a genuine “oh shit” moment when I read the author’s preface saying this was darker than “Winter Harvest” because – and I absolutely ADORED “Winter Harvest” – that was pitch-black dark. I thought “we’re all going to die”. This maybe has something to

Alexis Wright‘s Carpentaria, an epic work set in a fictional town called Desperance, opens before there are any people in it at all: an ancestral serpent, “a creature larger than storm clouds,” descends from the stars and drags itself across the wet clay of the
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Shelidon
Posted at 13:48h, 15 SeptemberConsiderato che diluvia, saremo riconoscibili perché bagnati fradici, temo…
LauraPotter
Posted at 08:41h, 21 SeptemberCiao!!!Ho visto solo ora il tuo commento sul mio blog.
Sono Laura-Eowyn di eldalie XDDD Guarda un pò chi si becca qui XDDDDDD
Shelidon
Posted at 09:04h, 21 SeptemberCome si suol dire, “è piccolo il web” ;-)