"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."

Sono tornata

Come disse qualcuno.

E, naturalmente, sono di nuovo al lavoro per il festival.

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E.T.A. Hoffman — Automata

A considerable time ago I was invited to a little evening gathering, where our friend Vincent was, along with some other people. I was detained by business, and did not arrive till very late. I was all the more surprised not to hear the slightest

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Mary E. Wilkins Freeman — A Stolen Christmas

“I don’t s’pose you air goin’ to do much Christmas over to your house.” Mrs. Luther Ely stood looking over her gate. There was a sweet, hypocritical smile on her little thin red mouth. Her old china-blue eyes stared as innocently as a baby’s, although

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Anna Katharine Green — Florence Flannery

She who had been Florence Flannery noted with a careless eye the stains of wet on the dusty stairs, and with a glance ill used to observance of domesticities looked up for damp or dripping ceilings. The dim-walled staircase revealed nothing but more dust, yet

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12 Comments
  • heraclitus
    Posted at 13:47h, 23 April Reply

    allora rimboccati le mani e al lavoro ;-)

  • contenebbia
    Posted at 14:33h, 23 April Reply

    Adoro la luce dei quadri preraffaelliti: sembra che le antiche venustà su cui si affacciano siano osservate come attraverso una lastra sottilissima d’alabastro…

  • HowlingWolf
    Posted at 15:02h, 23 April Reply

    Beh, arrivo tardi per augurarmi che la tua minivacanza sia (stata) meravigliosa e (tanto per cambiare) tardi per augurarti un buon ritorno ai travagli professionali…

    Facciamo cosi’: take care, ok?

    Ciao

    M.

  • brianzolitudine
    Posted at 19:42h, 23 April Reply

    well back! ;)

  • ragno62
    Posted at 19:51h, 23 April Reply

    ben tornata,ti sei divertita?

  • lug
    Posted at 22:52h, 23 April Reply

    che figata!!!

    :)

  • Damiani
    Posted at 08:25h, 24 April Reply

    waterhouse + Lord Tennyson…

    cosa dire…occhio a guardare solo nello specchio

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 11:04h, 24 April Reply

    I lavori fervono (per questo latito un po’) e, sì, mi sono molto divertita.

    Sono lieta di vedere che il buon Waterhouse riscuote consensi. Anch’io, Conte, ne adoro la luce e la raffinatezza.

  • DarkMiyu
    Posted at 11:37h, 24 April Reply

    Bentornata:P

  • Boingo
    Posted at 19:29h, 24 April Reply

    CIAO!!! °_° asono incappata per caso nel tuo blog…… bello, bello!!!!!! davvero!!!!!!!

  • babilonia61
    Posted at 20:52h, 24 April Reply

    Quando una buona immagine riempe lo spirito, la giornata si preannunzia allegra, gioiosa, bella…

    felicità

    Rino, amante del Bello

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 23:05h, 24 April Reply

    Grazie a tutti, soprattutto al nuovo arrivato Boingo. Adoro Angel Sanctuary, grazie dell’omaggio.

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