Tag Archive for Matisklo edizioni

I diari della varicella

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L’Iraq visto con gli occhi della nostalgia

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L’alba… L’alba è rimasta annegata, di alberi tenebrosi e fuochi densi. Sorgente di vapore, specchi luminosi volano. La tua camicia trasparente come l’acqua, come aria desertica ti chiederanno nuda sull’ultima pagina del giornale o nei solchi profondi quelli che hanno…

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Cinque stanze, in affitto

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Nuova raccolta di Carlo di Francescantonio La cucina è qui che si svolgeva la vita della famiglia i contadini – le sere d’inverno – raggiungevano le donne, che danzavano davanti a pentole di vapore. Il fuoco della stufa, le vecchie…

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Divergentemente

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Racconti per i più piccoli I bambini sono il futuro, sono gli adulti di domani. E proprio ai più piccoli, i veri e propri ‘nativi digitali’, è dedicata la nuova collana di Matisklo Edizioni Caleidoscopi, inaugurata oggi dall’uscita dell’eBook gratuito…

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Il filo dell’antiromanzo

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Tidelfo, scrittore fallito, si trova all’improvviso a dialogare con la storia che sta faticosamente tentando di scrivere, finendo per ritrovarsi ostaggio dei propri personaggi che arrivano, con le loro ingombranti presenze, ad occupargli l’appartamento. “Il filo conduttore” non è un…

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Anni luce

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La poesia di Carlo di Francescantonio Social network leggo di persone che, oltre a confermarlo, persistono nel loro fallimento vivendo vite che non sono la loro come se questa condizione di eterno precariato emotivo sia necessaria per sentirsi parte centrale…

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Guardavamo la luna

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Poesie di Fabio Barricalla Guardavamo la luna col binocolo Ed era un volto stanco Triste di donna *** Ogni amore Mancato È un pezzo della croce Che portiamo *** Tutta la vita abbozzolato Ideale di vita – sogno Mai realizzato…

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