"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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Tra un’ora e mezza sarò a trascinarmi sotto il sole di Milano per andare ad infilarmi in un’aula bollente a dare (per la diciannovesima volta) l’esame più ostico dell’intero corso di laurea, con il più famigerato professore dell’intero polo universitario. Pensatemi.

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Werewolves Wednesday: The Wolf-Leader (21)

A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XXI: The Genius of Evil The next evening, about nine o’clock, a man might be seen walking along the Puits-Sarrasin road and making for for the Osieres forest-path. It was Thibault, on his way to pay a last

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10 Comments
  • heraclitus
    Posted at 14:17h, 18 July Reply

    ormai sarai già andata… in bocca al lupo. ;-)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 16:56h, 18 July Reply

    Sono già anche tornata. L’esame di statica è sempre un’esperienza surreale, peccato non avere tempo di parlarne ora. Me lo appunto tra i post da fare venerdì (rabbrividiamo).

  • ragno62
    Posted at 19:25h, 18 July Reply

    spero sia andato bene

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 14:53h, 19 July Reply

    curioso delle surrealtà universitarie…

  • coaloalab
    Posted at 16:19h, 19 July Reply

    Chérie, passa a trovarmi.

    La vodka fredda è sempre lì ad aspettarti!

    Che freddo!

  • contenebbia
    Posted at 17:04h, 19 July Reply

    Attendiam trepidanti il post rivelatore, allora, my dear.

  • venturo
    Posted at 17:16h, 19 July Reply

    Ah come ti capisco…in bocca ai lupi! (‘che all’università ce ne sono tanti).

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 19:34h, 19 July Reply

    Scusate se vi ho fatto attendere. Sono un po’ cotta… mi sa che tra poco vado a dormire.

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 07:20h, 02 August Reply

    Fletto i muscoli e sono architetto

    [..] Ovvero, per laurearsi occorre avere poteri cosmici e anche qualcosa in più. Era una notte buia e tempestosa e avevo promesso a Lui che l’avrei accompagnato al concerto dei (altra storia) così, a una tavola dall’agognato traguardo di ter [..]

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 07:20h, 02 August Reply

    Fletto i muscoli e sono architetto

    [..] Ovvero, per laurearsi occorre avere poteri cosmici e anche qualcosa in più. Era una notte buia e tempestosa e avevo promesso a Lui che l’avrei accompagnato al concerto dei (altra storia) così, a una tavola dall’agognato traguardo di ter [..]

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