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NOT NECESSARY TO FOLLOW – Waiting forAusterlitz / Novel page

………………………………….. Not necessary to follow him, because he was chasing you. He had good eyes and a long memory, capable of doing the globe – and its human termite mound – a place without Time where he was the absolute ruler. His name was Destiny, and Didier Kellerman did his calculations without taking into account the irresistible force, that for ...

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DECEMBER 20 – Poetry, by Dastilige Nevante

DECEMBER 20 A few steps from the winter He returns meek downstream. Look at the wolf, and afraid he noted the nightmare and scratched the earth, sniffing the new season of the Winter horizon. He is only a Lamb and its wool lumps they are tender angel that delicate hands prepare in the darkest days, near his house of straw. ...

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TRAVELING AROUND CAGLI / ITALY – Ancient abbeys and ancient forests, including frescoed walls and smell of truffles

TRAVELING AROUND CAGLI / ITALY > 130 km in about three hours: Cagli (under Byzantine rule is one of the cornerstones of the inland Pentapolis (together with Gubbio, Urbino, Fossombrone, Jesi and Osimo). It was partially destroyed by fire set by the Ghibelline during the civil war of 1287, and in 1289 was moved from the foothills of Mount Petrano ...

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TRAVEL IN ITALY – September 7, 1464

He died Frederick II of Saxony, Count of Thuringia. MATTEO MARIA BOIARDO                                                                             Ranaldo arrived at Palazzo Joyous (so you had to call the island), where the ship made the first rest, the ship that the helmsman who does not appear. That was a garden of shady trees on each side in a circle beats the sea floor was all covered ...

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MUTONIA, THE VILLAGE OF SCRAPS – The Other Campaign / Novel page

………………………… Santarcangelo was a little town next to Rimini, watered by two rivers, the use and the Marecchia. Ganganelli Square was the main point of the town, where every year in July, was held the International Festival of Street Theatre, the same one where the event took place in May “Flowery Balcony”. Every year, in the month of November, the ...

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OBSERVING NEW MUSICAL HORIZONS, EVEN HUNGARIAN MUSIC

Everyone loves to travel, but not everyone likes to do it the same way. All you need to do is have the time, within your life. Meeting Benches. The way to make the world better is easy. Choose the bench where to publish what you have painted or written a review of a book you read, or the story of ...

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THAT FRENCH MAN GREW UP ON THE SEA – Sinkholes / Novel page

………………………………… That French man grew up on the sea he knew that the boundaries of pain were impassable, that suffering encircled and divided from others who didn’t know that feeling, because the scenarios were depths of suffering that engulfed the individual experiences of pain. Inside that hole, every injured person could remove the mask that covered his pain and screaming ...

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THE BAR OF CARIGNANO – The Last Row / Novel page

…………………………. The cappuccino bar of Carignano is scalding, better first to have a look look at the pastries that Simona has just downloaded from the baker’s van and choose from pannociati (a nut bread), pizza or a slice of fig tart, typical of those made localy. There is not news in the local paper, except for the intervention of firefighters ...

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THE INCESSANT CAWING OF CROWS – Waiting Austerlitz / novel page

………………………… In the low Austrian Moravia, the late afternoon around at Austerlitz had become someone, indeed the ground that separated the positions of the two belligerent armies was filled with thousands of lifeless bodies along with the groans of the wounded documenting the rawness of the battle. The French were masters of that field which would no longer be anonymous, ...

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LOVING PENDANTS – Poetry by Dastilige Nevante

LOVING PENDANTS The memories clinking shreds of memory my courtyard crowded. Not broken wings in the dark and even the noise of the doubt. They play all the melodies, where I sing and swimming.   ASTONISHMENT, poems loose in the winter. A short collection of poems gained in the season where everything seems to be sleeping, but where everything can ...

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