sul mistero della morte di leopardi
in vendita al museo paolo graziosi di firenze
unreliable narrator
Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.
phantom's recommendation, about a piano tuner
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
consigliato dal presidente della bocciofila
retelling of the epic of gikuyu and mumbi
things to do:
the writer was an italian-american occultist who died in a ritual homicide
there's an adaptation with the same name
jacopo ✧ ita/eng
wśród tych pejzaży duszyczka się snuje, podczas gdy ciało jest i jest i jest i nie ma się gdzie podziać
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