“The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.” - Patricia Hampl
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Ecco, l’onorevole ripetente Michaela Biancofiore dovrebbe ricominciare da quell’ultima intervista data da Leonardo Sciascia a Le Monde prima di morire. Riparta dalle aste. O almeno dalle vocali: a-i-u-o-l-e. Perché una cosa deve mettersela in testa: deve piantarla di…
