Category: stories
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racconto di un amore, parte prima. Cercare il tutto dove c’e’ solo il poco Sapete donne mie, com’è lunga la notte quando la affronti dopo mesi di gelate invernali.Sapete quanto è lunga e quanto valga ogni istante che passate con lui, in due, al buio, il mondo fuori e niente altro d’importante. E così è…
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La famosa “un’ora tutta per me” Devo dirlo. Non mi piace entrare nella casa di un uomo che non conosco e che vive da solo.Non mi piace. Mi porta indietro nel tempo che non è più mio, nel mondo dei racconti di Cappuccetto Rosso e del lupo cattivo. Non mi piace. Inoltre di giorno, senza…
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The work Benedict in the world of fashion. Dear dott.ssa, you will say that flat life sucks and is tiring, but I assure you that even life full of twists is not always a great deal, and although ineffective you can not call it "horrible", it is certainly tiring. But I'm allowed to...
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[review] During our lives events happen to unknown people who have an impact on us. This is what happened with the Calabresi murder on May 17, fifty years ago. Society has debated it for a long time and beyond the story itself, as dramatic as those times were, there is an aspect,...
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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.
