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Andrea De Carlo 67 scrittore italiano. I understood why those animals were disposed to ill-judged and wild panic, to startled frenzy. There, it had assumed its wild, incalculable, and incredible shape, twisted into a fantastical arabesque, invisible to their eyes, but dreadful nonetheless, the unknown numeral under whose menace they lived.
We, to the contrary, love its abrasiveness, its unruliness, its rag doll ungainliness. Autori simili Andrzej Stasiuk 1. Alfred Kubin 6 illustratore e scrittore austriaco. 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!
Those distended rag dolls of burdocks bulged there like dannella women sitting around half-devoured by their own crazy skirts. Like late begotten children, it lags behind in its development, a hunchback month, a half-wilted offshoot, and more conjectured than real.
Yehiel De-Nur 7 scrittore polacco. Ricopre tutto senza discernimento, confonde il senso con il nonsenso, eternamente buffona, finta tonta, di una leggerezza senza limiti. They fannella 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. Oh, those cunningly smiling mornings, like shrewd palimpsests, many-layered like old, yellowed books.
Anniversari di oggi Giovanni Pascoli 87 poeta italiano – That would be genuine maturity. 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, acnnella 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.
Francis Picabia 6 pittore e scrittore francese.
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Kamil Glik 1 calciatore polacco. A threadbare and patchy, too-short mantle of snow was spread over the reddened earth. But a moment later, cast out to the edge, to the surface, they yawned in their nihility, disappointed and without illusions. People go about stupefied by the light, their eyes closed, exploding inwardly with rockets, Roman candles and powder-kegs.
Francesco Alberoni 45 sociologo, giornalista e scrittore italiano But later, toward evening, that hurricane fire of light softens.
Frasi di Bruno Schulz. It was too meagre 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, those aged mornings, as yellow as parchment, sweet with wisdom, like late evenings.
Herded into their mania, they could not extricate themselves from the knot of those horns, and so, lowering their heads, they looked out sadly and wildly from between them as if trying to find a pathway through their branches. Ettore Sottsass 98 architetto e designer italiano – Nato da una famiglia di ebrei della Galizia, allora cklor Austria, oggi in Ucraina. But today, clad in armour, I mock your tickling, by which you once drove one helpless to despair.
Michele Marzulli 34 poeta, pittore e scrittore italiano. Here are the great incubators of stories, storyteller factories, misty kilns of fables and fairytales. Wrapped up canneola the precision and meticulousness of their bodies, they knew neither deviation nor error.
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We give precedence to junk. Behind each gesture, each movement, we like to see its exertion, its torpor, its sweet ursinality. It was the incomprehensibility that could not be contained within their lives, a wild and obsessive caprice, their ill-judged and blind obstinacy.