"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."

Ritorno alla normalità (?)

Miei cari, eccomi tornata dalle ferie. Avrei molto da raccontarvi, dalle mie ultime peripezie in Oblivion al rapporto tra la percentuale di ferie in un anno e le possibilità che durante il loro svolgimento piova a dirotto, dalla Hobbiton alla nuova Fiat Croma (a breve, Caro Giorgetto 2). Ho anche molti fumetti da recuperare e una nuova lista di cose da fare per i prossimi mesi, devo riprendere le fila delle avventure mutanti e parlare di qualche film, capire perché un certo template non funziona su un certo blog, riprendere in mano alcuni articoli e progetti su Wikipedia e molto altro. Ma con calma.

John Godward, Dolce Far Niente (1904)

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Spooktober 28 – The Black Monk (3)

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6 Comments
  • chirieleison
    Posted at 16:17h, 11 September Reply

    Bentornata!

    Il conte è impaziente di rivederci tutti riuniti a Carfax

    A presto

  • contenebbia
    Posted at 17:03h, 11 September Reply

    Ora le mie notti saran meno inquiete. Ti abbraccio, mia paladina

  • Damiani
    Posted at 17:11h, 11 September Reply

    Bentornata!!!

    Personalmente attendo i tuoi consigli in fatto di comics!

    quanto ai mutanti…stiamo tutti bene ma Sophie non è ancora tornata…speriamo di raggiungervi presto a Carfax.

  • coaloalab
    Posted at 22:06h, 11 September Reply

    Mia pallidina!

    Ben tornata, Bisous, Robert

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 08:17h, 12 September Reply

    bentornata.

    e ora, con calma, si fa tutto.

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 11:38h, 12 September Reply

    Grazie a entrambi. ^__^

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