Maggio 2013
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“Conosco abbastanza gli orrori della solitudine, non tanto della solitudine...”
– Franz Kafka (via arrietyvane)
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“Allora ho pensato che forse stavo facendo l’errore giusto e ho cominciato a...”
– David Grossman, Che tu sia per me il coltello (via luomocheleggevalibri)
I awakened to dryness and the ferns were dead, the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled corpses surrounded me with their uselessness; the sun was still good, though, and my landlady’s note cracked in fine and undemanding yellowness; what was needed now was a good comedian, andcient style, a jester with jokes upon absurd pain; pain is...
Aprile 2013
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Marzo 2013
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Febbraio 2013
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[The scene briefly changes to 1996 when Desmond is walking away from Penelope’s]
DESMOND: Penny…Penny, you answered. You answered, Penny.
[In London, Penelope is at home standing by a Christmas tree.]
PENNY: Des, where are you? [[MORE]]
DESMOND: I’m…I’m, I’m on a boat. Um…I’ve been on an island, and — Oh my god, Penny. Is that really you?
PENNY:...
Gennaio 2013
5 post
My heart is just going to cave in
Dicembre 2012
7 post
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“per me l’unica gente possibile sono i pazzi, quelli che sono pazzi di...”
– [Jack Kerouac, Sulla Strada]
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Novembre 2012
10 post
“Il tacere non è silenzio”
– Samuel Beckett (via lalberodimelograno)
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Ottobre 2012
11 post
Sunday night. Rain, fog, city lights. Back home, waiting for monday.
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“Sal, dobbiamo andare e non fermarci mai finché non arriviamo.
– Per andare...”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road
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