"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."

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Io: <accosto con l’auto e tiro giù il finestrino>   Scusi, per Abbiategrasso vado bene?
Lui: <inforca gli occhiali e mi guarda>   Mah, sì, signorina, altroché… e poi noi non siamo mica esigenti
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Spooktober 29 – The Black Monk (4)

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

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Hey, teacher, leave the bumblebee alone

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,

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Spooktober 28 – The Black Monk (3)

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

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6 Comments
  • nini00000
    Posted at 17:37h, 17 March Reply

    eheh… bel blog… e io amo renzilastrega… quando preparavo la maturità, con un’amica facevamo sempre pausa guardando ransie… bei ricordi!!!

    ma davvero l’emozione ti fa diventare sorda? :-)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 17:42h, 17 March Reply

    Oddio, devo confessarti che ho scoperto l’esistenza di Ransie la strega in questo preciso istante, con google. Non ho capito che cosa te l’ha fatta associare al mio blog, ma non fa niente.

    Per quanto riguarda la sezione medica del tuo commento… no, non sono mai diventata sorda per l’emozione. Però certi commenti mi rendono confusa, non so se fa lo stesso.

  • impbianco
    Posted at 19:11h, 17 March Reply

    … come non conosci Rensie La Strega???? XD Devi rimediare! :P

    X-Bye

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 19:20h, 17 March Reply

    Ma che vi piglia a tutti, oggi? :P

  • HowlingWolf
    Posted at 11:21h, 18 March Reply

    Un Mito! Hai incontrato un genio del male!

    Spero tu abbia riso di gusto, la classe va premiata…

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 11:44h, 18 March Reply

    Ho riso di gusto, sì, non si poteva non farlo. Un tempismo perfetto.

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