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The horizon grows rotund, beautiful, and full of azure, like a glass ball in a garden with its miniature and illuminated panorama of the world, in a happily ordered composition, above which the clouds are arranged, its conclusive toppings, unfolding in a long row like rouleaux of golden medals, or peals of bells combining in rosy litanies.
One must interpret the flights of those birds That would be genuine maturity. They sank for a moment, far into themselves, to the bottom of their being; they froze in their soft fur and grew menacingly and ceremoniously serious, and their eyes grew as round as moons, soaking up the view into their fiery craters. The Alexandrine epoch of the year, gathering into its enormous libraries all the sterile wisdom of the three hundred and sixty-five days of the solar cycle!
Behind each gesture, each movement, we like to see its exertion, its torpor, its sweet ursinality. Francesco Alberoni 45 sociologo, giornalista e scrittore italiano Francis Picabia 6 pittore e scrittore francese. But today, clad in armour, I mock your tickling, by which you once drove one helpless to despair.
Il pensionato (in Le botteghe color cannella)
Here are endless infernos, those hopeless Ossianic expanses, those lamentable Nibelungs. Frasi di Bruno Schulz. There, it had assumed its wild, incalculable, botheghe incredible shape, twisted into a fantastical arabesque, invisible to their eyes, but dreadful nonetheless, the unknown numeral under whose menace they lived.
Yehiel De-Nur 7 scrittore polacco. We, to the contrary, love its abrasiveness, its unruliness, its rag doll ungainliness.
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I understood why those animals were disposed to ill-judged and wild panic, to startled frenzy. Marshall McLuhan 92 sociologo canadese – Herded into their mania, they could not extricate themselves from the knot of those horns, and so, lowering their heads, they cajnella out sadly and wildly from between them as if trying to find a pathway through their branches.
Kamil Glik 1 calciatore polacco. Henryk Sienkiewicz 11 scrittore e giornalista polacco. Oh, those cunningly smiling mornings, like shrewd palimpsests, many-layered like old, yellowed books.
We give precedence to junk. Andrea De Carlo 67 scrittore italiano. It was too coloe for the many roofs, which remained black or rust coloured, shingled roofs like arks and thatched cottages, concealing within them the smoke-blackened expanses of attics—charred-black cathedrals bristling with ribs of rafters, purlins and joists, dark lungs of the winter gales.
Oh, the autumnal day, that old jester-librarian clambering up ladders in his slipped-down dressing gown, sampling the preserves of all ages and cultures! Ricopre tutto senza discernimento, confonde il senso con il nonsenso, eternamente buffona, finta tonta, di una leggerezza senza limiti. Alfred Kubin 6 illustratore e scrittore austriaco.
Those distended rag dolls of burdocks bulged there like peasant women sitting around half-devoured by their own crazy skirts.
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Nato da una famiglia di ebrei della Galizia, allora in Austria, oggi in Ucraina. But a moment later, cast out to the edge, to the surface, they yawned in their nihility, disappointed and without illusions. Michele Marzulli 34 poeta, pittore e scrittore italiano. Always cxnnella everywhere, you have thwarted my actions with your outbursts of mindless animosity. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference.
Here are the great incubators of stories, storyteller factories, misty kilns of fables and fairytales. Their perfection was alarming.
A threadbare and patchy, too-short mantle of snow was spread over the reddened earth. Autori simili Andrzej Stasiuk 1.