Il regno di Clio

I diari della varicella

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Il volo della famiglia Knitter

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GUIA RISARI La famiglia Knitter era una famiglia come tante altre. C’era mamma, papà e due figli. Al totale si doveva aggiungere un cane e un gatto. E un canarino. Non bisognava dimenticare il canarino perché era stato lui a…

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Il ritorno del figlio

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EMMANUEL BOVE. […] Soltanto cinquanta metri mi separavano dall’entrata sul retro. La mia famiglia si trovava probabilmente in sala da pranzo. Mia madre preparava la cena. Mio padre leggeva nel suo studio. Le mie sorelle cucivano. Mi avvicinavo lentamente. Il…

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L’incredibile storia del profeta Mansur

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Ventiquattresima puntata - Accusa e inganno: condannare un innocente in due mosse FRANCESCO PICCO Il chiostro era immerso nella penombra. Della donna che gli aveva parlato, frate Vittorio Amedeo non vedeva che i contorni. La donna indossava il velo, com’era abitudine delle…

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Una scelta felice

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NIVEA OLIVEIRA Dal romanzo “Una scelta felice”, Agami editore 2016 (Prima edizione in Brasile, 2015) La vita è fatta di scelte. Quando sei un passo avanti, inevitabilmente qualcosa rimane indietro. Fernando Caio Abreu Le scelte Vivere significa scegliere. Continuamente decidiamo…

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Praxis, tutto ciò che è femminile

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FAY WELDON (Capitolo 23 del romanzo Praxis) Perché ci vuole tanto tempo? Perché rimaniamo ostinatamente cieche della nostra condizione quando i nostri occhi non solo sono aperti, ma spesso umidi di dolore e sgomento? Ve lo dico io che sono…

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Sulla porta del garage ad imbottigliare

MICHELE GHIBAUDO La donna non è l’imbuto, è la bottiglia, la donna non è il vino è l’assaggio, la donna non è il bicchiere è il labbro morbido che copre i denti, la donna non è il labbro è il…

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