"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."

― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

Tristezza

Sono una povera illusa anche questa volta.
Almeno si è avuto il buon gusto di scoprirlo prima del solito.

A qualcuno serve un cappello da strega?

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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
  • impbianco
    Posted at 23:02h, 02 October Reply

    Il tuo blog mi piace veramente molto! è bellissimo! l’ho già messo nei links del mio!

    X-Bye

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 08:13h, 03 October Reply

    problemi di feste? o peggio?

  • contenebbia
    Posted at 17:19h, 03 October Reply

    Che succede alla mia blogger-esteta preferita? Se qualcuno t’ha deluso o fatto soffrire, peste lo colga!!! Il più dolce degli abbracci, Shelidon

  • Damiani
    Posted at 19:44h, 03 October Reply

    mi unisco all’imperativo del Conte cara Shelidon!

  • ragno62
    Posted at 19:49h, 03 October Reply

    mi unisco anch’ io

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 08:09h, 04 October Reply

    Problemi di feste, problemi di feste. Una maledizione grava sul mio Ognissanti, e mai che riesca ad aspettare il Grande Cocomero nell’orto dei cocomeri…

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