ASSANE DIAWARA, THE COLLECTOR OF BROKEN LIVES: He did not know the delicacy of the pomegranates, and even the value of a privacy violated

………………………Assane Diawara was a lonely child molester, a man who carefully planned his ambush, without ever leaving their identifiable DNA. He walked away leaving forensic pathologists, and psychiatrists, blades of shame, invisible wounds of mind, memories would never have allowed the healing of a privacy violated, and a broken life. Autopsies, they would not have shown a brain full of ...

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THE AFRICA OF JOHN READER: Dense shadows equatorial noise of chains and roar of water

Imagine a thousand-year history, wrapped in bright flashes of civilization, but also the brutality of so many gray areas. Imagine flipping through hundreds of pages of a book, a writer can create for you real-world scenarios, throbbing stages of the protagonists of the wonderful civilization. Imagine, between those words and those words, to observe and understand the meaning of “chains” ...

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ONE NIGHT, ONE STARRY SKY: Where to build arches, made of words, throwing away secret intentions

……………………..Jacques was happy that Petra had enlightened him to a secret and important part of her person, because his identical need to write was the same as that illuminated their imagination, moving away from him personal concerns, those who had accompanied him to that appointment early summer, when the sun reached its Zenith for all living beings on the planet, ...

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HALF FARMER, HALF SAILOR: Come with me in Argentario, to savor what’s left of summer, and smell the autumn

A promontory of Central Italy, bordering the Maremma. A shrill and precious name, “Argentario”. http://www.turismo.intoscana.it/en/ . A route suspended between forests and medieval castles. I have tried three different ways, to tell you the same thing: come with me, to Feniglia and Capalbio, possibly the first weekend of the month, because I want to take you to Orbetello to see ...

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