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Remembrances: A mid-winter's night at the hospital
From Tassocrazia website...Remembrances: The last letters of young Werther
From Tassocrazia, the (new) liceo Tasso newspaper, issue 1. It was supposed to be an anti-suicide text, but nobody thought it was...Beaver and graffiti under the gladius
Brief explanation: this article is about a verbal clash between a member of the National Association of the Italian Partisans (ANPI) and members of Lotta Studentesca, a far-right student organisation at a school assembly...Translation: trapped
Italian translation of C. Bukowski's trapped....Translation: To sensual plesure
By C. Cavafy....Translation: Mag
Italian translation of Carl Sandburg's Mag....Fiction: A past and melancholic love story
Rome, March 1889.I do remember her figure: an almost diaphanous complexion, blooming beauty in spite of her young age. But especially I remember her eyes, neither sapphires nor emeralds, perhaps aquamarines...
Fiction: A sad and modern love story
She was beautiful. Long legs, boobs I wished she'd breast-feed me.But her eyes were the best thing. Neither blue nor green...
Internet, an apology
I say "Internet" and they think: fat 30-years-olds chopping off ogres' heads with fire-swords, or young buxom women undressed like waitresses.I say "web" and they tell me: carpal tunnel, obesity, befriending strangers, probably pedophiles or some other kind of perverts...
Fiction: Vanitas Amoris
She was beautiful. She was a living sun.I had known her for a while, we had dated a little, we were a couple since yesterday. I had always loved her...
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