Category: stories
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[recensione] Durante la nostra vita accadono avvenimenti a persone sconosciute che hanno un impatto su di noi. Questo è ciò che avvenne con l’omicidio Calabresi, il 17 maggio di cinquant’anni fa. La società ne ha dibattuto a lungo e al di là della vicenda in sé, drammatica come lo furono quei tempi, c’è un aspetto,…
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that is, the ace in the sleeve summarized link to part 1 Friday afternoon; instead of resting at home I was forced to come to school to general interviews with teachers. We're all in line, standing, raining outside and inside is hot. There is no chair on which to sit, or a stick on which to rest the...
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The ace in the sleeve 1/2 Then I close the office, greeting and leaving. If God wants is Friday, the working week is over and I'm going home. Monto in the tram, with headphones in the ears and the brain that goes on his own: I have to stop with a fixed thought that as a magnet always ends in the well...
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In the beginning it was summer. The man I sat with at dinner on a warm evening in June was just as beautiful as it had always been since the first day we met. A lot of years had passed before he showed up with me in a little email: – I'm in...
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[reflections] The road has been long and really perilous, full of obstacles and so-called cocks and bouquets (which let’s face it, if it’s true as it is true that I was born princess and I became a chameleon, then I can also afford the turpiloquium). That, frankly, if I'd known before, maybe I'd be more careful, or how would you...
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On the beach. I lay on the bed and lift the predyll that makes me shadow my face. I welcome and open the book. After a while I feel that his gaze has rested on me. I continue to read but his insistence covered by silence, it intrigues me. I lower the book and turn to...
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History of revenge Then my lady, tell me what you think, that I suspiciously parallel, I find myself with the same problem at the same tooth exactly as 4 years ago, when I was in very critical conditions already on my own, pericular and lost, and let's say, without identity. That's nothing.
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Stories for incomprehensible madness. Once upon a time there was a king, indeed no... Once upon a time there was a birch that was docile and quiet to grow while his agile stem rose towards the sky. Suddenly it was struck by a terrible storm, which had overflowed a river and hail and water and land and...
