"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."
La striscia di oggi del Filobosco mi fa tornare alla mente uno dei grandi rimpianti della mia infanzia. Non aver mai avuto una paperella con cui fare il bagno. La prossima ricorrenza è Natale: chi rimedia?
PS: i piani procedono per metà, sto studiando Teoria e Progetto di Costruzioni e Strutture 2 ma mentirei se dicessi che sto capendo tutto…
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
9 Comments
Njord
Posted at 07:17h, 10 JulyMha, al più io posso rimediare lo scopettone per il pupazzo di neve…o, forse, la crota per il naso
:-P
babilonia61
Posted at 20:16h, 10 July…poco a poco l’acqua del sapere va al mare, ad abbeverare il futuro, poco a poco, raggiungerai le mete, basta solo lavorare piacevolmente
felicità
…
Rino
Conigliolo
Posted at 02:06h, 11 Julyio ho ben due paperelle inutilizzate.
Intravedo una soluzione
HowlingWolf
Posted at 08:07h, 11 JulyDevo comprarne una per la lupacchiotta (ed una per me, che vivo il tuo stesso dramma), possiamo organizzarci!
Damiani
Posted at 10:58h, 11 Julydai che ce la fai!!!
heraclitus
Posted at 06:59h, 12 Julyquesto sogno mi sembra decisamente realizzabile.
bene. ;-)
Shelidon
Posted at 10:51h, 12 JulyE’ sempre bello avervi tutti vicini, sono commossa. Grazie Heraclitus, Damiani e Rino. Njord, tieniti in standby per la prossima nevicata. Lupo, sono contenta che finalmente il tuo dramma stia per avere fine. E dulcis in fundo, prode Conigliolo sei la mia salvezza: riesci a postarmene una qui, che uso le mie facoltà transustanziatrici? :-p
Conigliolo
Posted at 20:58h, 12 JulyTe la posterò, non dubitare!
Shelidon
Posted at 22:13h, 12 JulyMio eroe