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November 15, 2016

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Published on November 15, 2016 02:34

November 14, 2016

"All that is human is revealed in your eyes."

“All that is human is revealed in your eyes.”

- Paul Éluard, in an excerpt from Courage, featured in Selected Poems
(via violentwavesofemotion)


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Published on November 14, 2016 06:29

bookmania: A slick shot of Adobe Books in San Francisco, CA...



bookmania:

A slick shot of Adobe Books in San Francisco, CA captured by Lo, an artist, photographer and collector located in Berkeley.



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Published on November 14, 2016 05:29

"There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit..."

“There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.”

- Chuch Palahniuk, Choke
(via bookmania)


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Published on November 14, 2016 04:49

birdemetutopya: Les amitiés particulières /...



birdemetutopya:

Les amitiés particulières / 1964

Director:  Jean Delannoy



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Published on November 14, 2016 04:14

"Books have to be heavy because the whole world is inside them."

“Books have to be heavy because the whole world is inside them.”

- Cornelia Funke (via bookmania)

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Published on November 14, 2016 03:44

"Anche ad essere si impara."

“Anche ad essere si impara.”

- Italo Calvino
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Published on November 14, 2016 03:09

Quando muore un poeta

iosonorockmaballoiltango:

Quando muore un poeta

al mondo c’è meno luce,

per vedere le cose.

Quando muore un poeta

gli uccelli hanno una traiettoria in meno

tra quelle possibili,

e non se ne accorgono.

Quando muore un poeta

il male sorride

felice

di aver perso un avversario.

Quando muore un poeta
la mia vita è più piccola
la mia speranza più lieve.

Alda Merini



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Published on November 14, 2016 02:34

November 13, 2016

dfg59: Sullo stesso percorso, ma le partenze sono sfasate. Si è...



dfg59:

Sullo stesso percorso, ma le partenze sono sfasate. Si è vicini, ma sempre lontani
Come si fa ad innamorarsi in questo modo?

#Torino #rowing #silverskiff


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Published on November 13, 2016 12:59

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From my projects as an indie writer and poet, through everything about books and libraries, a blog on the world of indie Italian literature

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