tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67354531100000610732024-03-13T16:11:55.106+01:00Claudia B diarioRiflessioniClaudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-2888209861250985622022-12-09T18:07:00.002+01:002022-12-09T18:07:38.766+01:00EVA: la presentazione a Bruges, De Reyghere<p><span style="font-family: courier;">Alcuni momenti dalla bella serata per EVA alla libreria De Reyghere di Bruges.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQzT_b8gsYasjwofZ2u9O-2OYRUY_tgPHmCuY2AUVgdwV8mmeop3eYYSi5joUfVNHY1rj3AXA2-NaR_FHfVy3L2K9ypVlTGnTDqe9OmhNubDJtnWFXmMxe-CM_vuKThNcNOEAqVE3qqxkZm3r-pMhm0P3jip6vye57Nb0wFLPUPkjf004WQfDXTLX0w/s423/311632035_10225886931412969_8586214777111903698_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh88kP52D99PZOvL0Dz2c-VemO57hOi_pvpnt6zK4STmtp266GxQjPaRG2us4dwcGLoSpHH2ZfgUlJmVV5qBzHsvdW547PUCvS0lrFZPZ1TllFAiVTzw-rOZF9lP4xCKAN4cRB8cZM89cPHlnbypRKO0-3KpR-7qwwx6joyGDvB_SYZnqCwnFGChDcywA/s600/311570708_10225886930972958_4964541586756535215_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh88kP52D99PZOvL0Dz2c-VemO57hOi_pvpnt6zK4STmtp266GxQjPaRG2us4dwcGLoSpHH2ZfgUlJmVV5qBzHsvdW547PUCvS0lrFZPZ1TllFAiVTzw-rOZF9lP4xCKAN4cRB8cZM89cPHlnbypRKO0-3KpR-7qwwx6joyGDvB_SYZnqCwnFGChDcywA/w400-h300/311570708_10225886930972958_4964541586756535215_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><p></p>Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-68105871808369732182022-08-17T10:04:00.003+02:002022-08-17T10:04:43.372+02:00Eva in libreria a Bruges<p><span style="font-family: courier;">Per i lettori di Bruges, "Eva" 🍎 vi aspetta nella storica libreria De Reyghere Boekhandel.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1574" data-original-width="1241" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5bqv5-XZEVQFUTZz7ol4mXK4a20GQYvUwD7uZywvP6JbIa6vgS7Tlsw9T6Y-H0U3xGwoJoIBtd3kd7oJ2X7BHTY0k6yjDj3TWBjkkDNEbDH5dscv3pED5a-kFG68E5c2-gAKDoujPQVmOi-Bs5xg0laVZn7-ZpXjrZk_-tPLeDN858bdFhiBK9DRHQ/w315-h400/IMG-20220813-WA0002.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><p></p>Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-24026607411436582822022-06-24T12:46:00.001+02:002022-06-24T12:55:23.899+02:00EVA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqDdOM0WEcZbIha3QfKWFt83mpLVV59ljlhvGnUXxHUr72Sx41lEPhm2D6mWDarcPA4biKwJ36uqPnF51Ith6ioSjzlFuKqICn-JLhfpE1mUGQabmZf9f_jqAxolJnXVJOPXRAkLnKLGZQ47YhxkvEE2otOxzOBhtPNhrDiF8IA5i4R5FATtdpPTCduA/s2634/COVER_CARTACEOjpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2634" data-original-width="1848" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqDdOM0WEcZbIha3QfKWFt83mpLVV59ljlhvGnUXxHUr72Sx41lEPhm2D6mWDarcPA4biKwJ36uqPnF51Ith6ioSjzlFuKqICn-JLhfpE1mUGQabmZf9f_jqAxolJnXVJOPXRAkLnKLGZQ47YhxkvEE2otOxzOBhtPNhrDiF8IA5i4R5FATtdpPTCduA/w281-h400/COVER_CARTACEOjpg.jpg" width="281" /></a></div><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Esce oggi: EVA</span></span></p><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: courier;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Ordinabile in tutte librerie fisiche e online:<br /></span></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: courier;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://amzn.to/3NhcQWf" target="_blank">Amazon</a> e La Feltrinelli: <a href="https://bit.ly/3bq9fIn" target="_blank">libro cartaceo</a> <a href="https://bit.ly/3tYtFyC">ebook</a></span></span><span style="color: #050505; font-family: courier; white-space: pre-wrap;">
</span></div><div style="color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Adele, carismatica</span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: courier;">produttrice musicale, vive divisa tra Roma
e Bruxelles.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Un'esistenza da straniera, nel tentativo di cancellare le ombre del suo passato:</span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: courier;">un difficile rapporto con il padre, noto musicista belga, la presenza ambigua di un fratellastro, una vecchia accusa di omicidio.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Quando Adele Incontra Tommaso e s'innamora di lui, i frammenti </span><span style="font-family: courier;">della sua anima tornano dolorosamente a toccarsi, e il fragile equilibrio fra i due mondi inizia a vacillare, messo a dura prova dai sospetti di Tommaso, ossessionato dal passato che la donna si è lasciata alle spalle e dal videodiario di Eva, un’eccentrica e misteriosa artista belga.</span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Un vortice di domande travolge Tommaso e il lettore: chi è Eva? Cosa nasconde Adele?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: courier;">PubMe – Collana Gli Scrittori della Porta Accanto </span></div><div dir="auto"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='396' height='329' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzgdRGEbGkA7B4qdz7caZ9RZONU1EdELbuc42CdT-JDFrNMwM5qFyG0vvGFQ_nl88DBBf5_08psGVbqbszV7g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="color: black; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: normal;"></div></div></div>Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-48328685622847031392022-06-16T20:26:00.001+02:002022-06-16T20:27:27.817+02:00EVA - La colonna sonora<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjllVl6dz4P-FXqsPSt232uWUR_21XwwU8j7QdHuBAQ8bNwsuRDFYGzLv0BfVfd8xDxKqMsV_AW0ocinDumEnogfemiGpRVfTIiUFT0xLLrUqLEEU1cMSmTN1_J8EEKd0QWKJyFJUeM13Je_z7awQcjyegFOFdLwJF1QMDFm0VjkeZTWgpJOpltzxXWRw/s1440/284846183_3228441007403832_8781256247618857805_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjllVl6dz4P-FXqsPSt232uWUR_21XwwU8j7QdHuBAQ8bNwsuRDFYGzLv0BfVfd8xDxKqMsV_AW0ocinDumEnogfemiGpRVfTIiUFT0xLLrUqLEEU1cMSmTN1_J8EEKd0QWKJyFJUeM13Je_z7awQcjyegFOFdLwJF1QMDFm0VjkeZTWgpJOpltzxXWRw/s320/284846183_3228441007403832_8781256247618857805_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier;">EVA, il mio nuovo romanzo è<br />in uscita (Gli scrittori della porta accanto editore).</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Nell'attesa... per entrare<br /></span><span style="font-family: courier;">nell'atmosfera di EVA,<br />la playlist che raccoglie<br />le citazioni musicali e<br />le sue suggestioni è già<br />su Spotify.</span></p>
<iframe allow="autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; fullscreen; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="380" src="https://open.spotify.com/embed/playlist/2iCOhSlmqnIyrByFO239Mi?utm_source=generator" style="border-radius: 12px;" width="100%"></iframe>Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-33041536587384883822022-03-30T16:26:00.003+02:002022-03-30T16:26:53.747+02:00Incontrarsi un giorno a Roma - Il Caffè, Gent<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Una “passeggiata” a Roma con letture, fotografie e musica dal romanzo</span></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>“Fotografie in Re Maggiore"</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;">a cura di</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;">CLAUDIA BRESOLIN</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGGv3jsPopxiC1n-5Dat4D0WGu3laGEsJexgC_vD26WA123gaXf88wBosF8a9Lf-JZGDLfpWbmp8hM95GFgo_mZQPd1lrhnEBOc-C4XGsOr425AoY3Y5hqjgSoGZEuxOAz3a-UM0rZesKW_9ibB_cCGNWi1l7PQtCYMxyWAmu3tOcNlqFKDhc7HAvkDQ/s3290/IlCaff%C3%A8fotografie%20in%20re%20maggiore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3290" data-original-width="3290" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGGv3jsPopxiC1n-5Dat4D0WGu3laGEsJexgC_vD26WA123gaXf88wBosF8a9Lf-JZGDLfpWbmp8hM95GFgo_mZQPd1lrhnEBOc-C4XGsOr425AoY3Y5hqjgSoGZEuxOAz3a-UM0rZesKW_9ibB_cCGNWi1l7PQtCYMxyWAmu3tOcNlqFKDhc7HAvkDQ/s320/IlCaff%C3%A8fotografie%20in%20re%20maggiore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">La relatrice vi accompagnerà in una passeggiata tra le pagine del suo romanzo “Fotografie in Re Maggiore” e tra le strade di Roma, luogo di ambientazione della storia.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Non si tratta di un tour turistico di Roma, ma piuttosto di uno sguardo su Roma dal punto di vista di un romano; si descrivono alcuni monumenti (ad esempio la fontana dei Quattro fiumi con aneddoti su Bernini), si parla di alcuni episodi e leggende del passato di Roma (il carnevale di Roma, Donna Olimpia Pamphili) e si vedono poi alcuni fatti della Roma di oggi (l'attualità, ma anche argomenti leggeri come le mode alimentari, ristoranti...).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">29 aprile 2022 alle 20.00<br />Spaanse Gouverneurswoning</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Buitenhof 35 Gent</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Maggiore informazioni per la partecipazione:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">info.ilcaffe@gmail.com</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://www.ilcaffe.be/activiteitenb">https://www.ilcaffe.be/activiteitenb</a></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-31440965830773801062022-03-28T12:05:00.000+02:002022-03-28T12:05:12.845+02:00Running lonely as a cloud<p><span style="font-family: courier;">Correre su un sentiero contornato da narcisi.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Sentire risuonare in sé le parole di Wordsworth imparate più di un decennio prima. I miei piedi s'inseguono e intanto la mia mente</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> ricerca la leggerezza di quei fiori che ondeggiano spinti delicatamente dal vento.</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip__48T_ToMDzTD_i4VpmjMgTXW1LsY4-7b7n4Gfe2DHIzjiobbiA_r1GgGgobc_jv_G2VNpppVUO0ccWWREVHlGXyULzDgfF2jCGevJxK1uq8zN3nNVx7PVt_RZ5CwMpswhHM2P__QmLL0L9r3BQNgkxMYaAWbeobFi7iI9w_55TGUXW0-6H-GUiYuw/s2595/IMG_20220325_114221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1567" data-original-width="2595" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip__48T_ToMDzTD_i4VpmjMgTXW1LsY4-7b7n4Gfe2DHIzjiobbiA_r1GgGgobc_jv_G2VNpppVUO0ccWWREVHlGXyULzDgfF2jCGevJxK1uq8zN3nNVx7PVt_RZ5CwMpswhHM2P__QmLL0L9r3BQNgkxMYaAWbeobFi7iI9w_55TGUXW0-6H-GUiYuw/w640-h386/IMG_20220325_114221.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">I wandered lonely as a cloud</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">That floats on high o'er vales and hills,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">When all at once I saw a crowd,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">A host, of golden daffodils;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Beside the lake, beneath the trees,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Continuous as the stars that shine</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">And twinkle on the milky way,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">They stretched in never-ending line</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Along the margin of a bay:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Ten thousand saw I at a glance,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The waves beside them danced; but they</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">A poet could not but be gay,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In such a jocund company:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">I gazed—and gazed—but little thought</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">What wealth the show to me had brought:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">For oft, when on my couch I lie</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In vacant or in pensive mood,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">They flash upon that inward eye</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Which is the bliss of solitude;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">And then my heart with pleasure fills,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">And dances with the daffodils.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">(William Wordsworth)</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-13094298799142425972021-12-21T13:55:00.003+01:002021-12-21T14:04:34.558+01:00Winter Soulstice 21/12/21<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Sometimes all you need is getting in a sparkling dress</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">and dance all night long.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Preferably, in a flirty drank mood.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiI4RaPH0f7k_hnmiSXE4hoOdTHXPrg0tIPBI_T5EMsr7Po1DJmZGEl-8TUwcXIxiEqKqv2-sxFXi6ufvIZ94Ib-EVJcYmmn7E8kpvs5SGWwmV1uryOwuVd-pElpmH5pjNC7F49ee64jlp-puzsL7DIaYQxKT8lumzAVnQbEW4mh260_n7Fl2i8qXN47w=s2754" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2754" data-original-width="2568" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiI4RaPH0f7k_hnmiSXE4hoOdTHXPrg0tIPBI_T5EMsr7Po1DJmZGEl-8TUwcXIxiEqKqv2-sxFXi6ufvIZ94Ib-EVJcYmmn7E8kpvs5SGWwmV1uryOwuVd-pElpmH5pjNC7F49ee64jlp-puzsL7DIaYQxKT8lumzAVnQbEW4mh260_n7Fl2i8qXN47w=w597-h640" width="597" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-47651484728831672742021-10-21T17:03:00.000+02:002021-10-21T17:03:06.520+02:00Il Deserto Rosso<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMvlMG-hf73dm72aBpVH7cpru7DybqE-Nt2-8SVf0RPQky9_4HzHDEqSWknIUUVPYuQIJVWDB145cJi753xb6zqFjYX-YkSSsHZNHOpFd5DUH_87eAZUs9pHHNz1u8LH2Aq7nF2bRpCCk/s1361/evildesertorosso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="743" data-original-width="1361" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMvlMG-hf73dm72aBpVH7cpru7DybqE-Nt2-8SVf0RPQky9_4HzHDEqSWknIUUVPYuQIJVWDB145cJi753xb6zqFjYX-YkSSsHZNHOpFd5DUH_87eAZUs9pHHNz1u8LH2Aq7nF2bRpCCk/w640-h350/evildesertorosso.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Delle volte non mi sembra</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">di avere alcun diritto di trovarmi dove sono.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Sarà per questo che ho sempre voglia di andar via."</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgyt19fwvjKH679ZtJ2ky3Qcg3c_jyA7iOSbbWYc6aVMepQ1GkaMuV83GtIZV0v9v12KsUF54t86-nof2dp8qr7Gqp5q0lct9pufUvW62UUhsLF86C9NtICQkMjhpxoGIWwgEc05L7jit/s800/Desertorosso2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgyt19fwvjKH679ZtJ2ky3Qcg3c_jyA7iOSbbWYc6aVMepQ1GkaMuV83GtIZV0v9v12KsUF54t86-nof2dp8qr7Gqp5q0lct9pufUvW62UUhsLF86C9NtICQkMjhpxoGIWwgEc05L7jit/w640-h360/Desertorosso2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><p></p>Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-9904249452825260262021-10-14T15:49:00.003+02:002021-10-14T15:49:52.033+02:00Silenzio<p> Il lungo silenzio di notti senza sogni.</p><p>Nessun dolore, nessuna gioia.</p><p>Tutti i miei sentimenti mi hanno lasciata e ora c'è solo un'apatia senza fine.</p><p>Vittima di un sonno che non ristora, al risveglio sono senza energia, senza aspirazioni.</p><p>Mi trascino il giorno e mi rifugio nell'intimità di un anonimato fra milioni di sconosciuti.</p><p>Chiudo gli occhi e dormo ancora, senza sogni, né desideri.</p><p>Solo la notte.</p><div><br /></div>Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-63087277585943740032021-02-10T19:00:00.000+01:002021-02-10T19:00:05.076+01:00Haiku in treno<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Nel treno. Sola,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">l'anima s'interroga.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">La pioggia scorre.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMs9vn5dImc8aTYr1Dwt0R1MwEntL3OeeOQTWXqfGRuOcDRB9x_R42qOhwbUOpjW9rocMXIQECMjQ4kW2AS-8HenlUIwFSBqe0j8aR77QTKj1ldhhTKRlusIJPsfoCWlr5yLW1doFGvzof/s2048/IMG_20210204_114148_885.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMs9vn5dImc8aTYr1Dwt0R1MwEntL3OeeOQTWXqfGRuOcDRB9x_R42qOhwbUOpjW9rocMXIQECMjQ4kW2AS-8HenlUIwFSBqe0j8aR77QTKj1ldhhTKRlusIJPsfoCWlr5yLW1doFGvzof/w640-h640/IMG_20210204_114148_885.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><p></p>Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-48561755227348784002021-02-08T12:08:00.001+01:002021-02-08T12:13:06.981+01:00La colonna sonora alle Fotografie <span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 16px;">Per la seconda edizione di Fotografie in Re Maggiore, torna la musica dal romanzo:</span><div><span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 16px;">Elisa e Livia, le protagoniste di Fotografie in Re Maggiore, <i>vivono con una costante colonna sonora nella testa</i>.</span><br />
<div><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 16px;">Tra le pagine del romanzo sono spesso presenti canzoni che fanno da sfondo alle conversazioni e agli avvenimenti, e altrettanto spesso i personaggi citano parole e versi di canzoni.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 16px;">Su Spotify si può trovarela raccolta di tutte queste canzoni, da Kate Bush a David Bowie, da Paolo Conte e Fabrizio de André.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 16px;">Una colonna sonora che può accompagnare la lettura del romanzo o semplicemente un po' di musica dal mondo di Elisa e Livia.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier, courier new;"></span></div><div><b><a href="https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5LfuPbVaZvs7BQ16f1o9j0?si=lls-Gm4qRS2C0_SwP4gfkw" target="_blank">Clicca qui per ascoltare su Spotify</a></b></div><div><a href="https://www.amazon.it/Fotografie-maggiore-Collana-Literary-Romance-ebook/dp/B08LK56MWX" target="_blank"><b>Clicca qui per leggere il romanzo</b></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyLX895rjMsCdFGE9K4bzRwBkWokVLsRunTNDkzA567jHRQEJLFBJoS6YpQbAKNIfzko0CEQOI-oUbcwMMKXO7HFTeAFkCgqWj7kXyAPhYCot3mrYj_WmyBzTfVc0KCw9P5ei-Yw6fNAv5/s1231/Screenshot_20210205_235549_com.spotify.music.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1231" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyLX895rjMsCdFGE9K4bzRwBkWokVLsRunTNDkzA567jHRQEJLFBJoS6YpQbAKNIfzko0CEQOI-oUbcwMMKXO7HFTeAFkCgqWj7kXyAPhYCot3mrYj_WmyBzTfVc0KCw9P5ei-Yw6fNAv5/w562-h640/Screenshot_20210205_235549_com.spotify.music.jpg" width="562" /></a></div><br />
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Livia è piena di vitalità, ama </span><span style="font-family: courier;">l’amore e la sua sfuggevolezza, forse anche per questo ha una relazione </span><span style="font-family: courier;">con un uomo sposato. Ma la vita le mette di fronte a delle scelte, a </span><span style="font-family: courier;">ostacoli diversi, come il fortuito incontro con Mattia che farà nascere </span><span style="font-family: courier;">qualcosa di inaspettato nel cuore di Livia; o l’incognita del futuro </span><span style="font-family: courier;">quando il lavoro che ami e odi allo stesso tempo, non è più tuo. Nuove </span><span style="font-family: courier;">esperienze, balli in maschera, pub, amiche più o meno simpatiche… tante </span><span style="font-family: courier;">risate, ma anche delusioni, inaspettati tradimenti e… baci rubati.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">🛒SHOP: Amazon.it: <a href="https://amzn.to/37r3FBn" target="_blank">Qui</a><br /> Amazon.com:<a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08LK56MWX/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=fotografie+in+re+maggiore&qid=1603363861&sr=8-1" target="_blank"> </a><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08LK56MWX/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=fotografie+in+re+maggiore&qid=1603363861&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Qui</a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOYoBksL_LTCfWkyhzJCV_JAbA76FIk7FCZJbrkNOwT7kfRa0rrDEovCeFEPqxccbkyRiAThTAJSTOrGJ8F8iou9HyzRSKPUkss5Y2YWUHh7RNcvD5UDsZ5VK3-vle7Njo-9x4OWKU3ma/s2048/cover+def+fotografie+in+re+maggiore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1463" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOYoBksL_LTCfWkyhzJCV_JAbA76FIk7FCZJbrkNOwT7kfRa0rrDEovCeFEPqxccbkyRiAThTAJSTOrGJ8F8iou9HyzRSKPUkss5Y2YWUHh7RNcvD5UDsZ5VK3-vle7Njo-9x4OWKU3ma/w458-h640/cover+def+fotografie+in+re+maggiore.jpg" width="458" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><p></p>Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-57880135582539857952020-08-01T14:26:00.003+02:002020-08-01T14:29:23.775+02:00Transitorietà<font face="courier">Transitorietà.</font><font face="courier"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyO1oh_qHKFXBAzEGK-UJoNqQMt86hyFSJS29CVk3DE9cIGRPWhzEBurNui_BfVFbHpAHhbZvM5xFPRYuds5Cpk36TGiFf2wX07YFD5D9WgZxxp6dSFDkNac22TamOaSp0fFuKBR03n9Qz/s1080/My+Image+Created+%25282%2529.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyO1oh_qHKFXBAzEGK-UJoNqQMt86hyFSJS29CVk3DE9cIGRPWhzEBurNui_BfVFbHpAHhbZvM5xFPRYuds5Cpk36TGiFf2wX07YFD5D9WgZxxp6dSFDkNac22TamOaSp0fFuKBR03n9Qz/w262-h262/My+Image+Created+%25282%2529.png" width="262" /></a></div>In aereo, in un non-tempo,<br /></font><font face="courier">in un non-spazio,</font><div><font face="courier">in un fulmineo istante la realizzazione</font><span style="font-family: courier;"> lucida di quel sentimento di sospensione, di
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<font face="courier">Settimane fa, aspettavo di poter finire le mie lezioni (ormai online),
perché con l'inizio delle vacanze tutto sarebbe stato tutto come prima... ma così non è stato.</font></div><div dir="auto"><font face="courier">Ancora qualche giorno trascorso ad aspettare, perché poi
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inconscio: "è andato tutto bene", come se in un volo Roma-Bruxelles si
stesse ogni volta sull'Apollo 13 o volando verso Armageddon.</font></div><div dir="auto"><font face="courier">Ecco, subito dopo
quella sensazione di sollievo è arrivato un capogiro, un'onda (non un'ondata)
gravosa:</font></div><div dir="auto"><font face="courier">non è finito niente, non sappiamo niente, forse andrà tutto
bene (come tanto ci si ripeteva in Italia durante il lockdown, come un
mantra, uno slogan, una preghiera). Per ora, però, è solo una bolla di
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aereo, un volo sospeso in aria senza una destinazione stabilita, tutti a
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Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-11813122608919125602019-10-10T10:26:00.001+02:002019-10-10T10:26:07.942+02:00Running part2<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Correndo nella confusione come in un sogno.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">E nel mio piccolo le mie ossessioni: papaveri, maschere, fiori di ciliegio, citazioni, petali di fiori come ali.</span></div>
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Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-52690782647031000502018-12-10T09:40:00.001+01:002018-12-10T10:41:09.423+01:00To feel nothing, what a waste!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5iINZpkOgCzIs1DXVvWRpcf-5QH72B-nlat2W5MQC7yNufbCAVpeaj5gUmycxWfFTaRjfNkaGEC8_NoIcGRXeU-KMUzuLh0f_F_A54isE2VRRsza3g4aDWMIBEHhH-Zjnz5ZWxit-zx0b/s1600/call+me2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5iINZpkOgCzIs1DXVvWRpcf-5QH72B-nlat2W5MQC7yNufbCAVpeaj5gUmycxWfFTaRjfNkaGEC8_NoIcGRXeU-KMUzuLh0f_F_A54isE2VRRsza3g4aDWMIBEHhH-Zjnz5ZWxit-zx0b/s400/call+me2.jpg" width="310" /></a><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything — what a waste!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">(…)How you live your life is your business. But remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. Most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there's only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now there's sorrow. I don't envy the pain. But I envy you the pain.”</span><br />
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Call me by your name - André Aciman<br />
<br />Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-54975192668827015782018-10-06T15:14:00.002+02:002018-10-06T15:14:53.957+02:00Eppur si scrive<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Sarà un'ottobrata romana a distanza, l'indian summer o nazomer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Sarà la delicatezza di Bach, il profumo del tè al gelsomino o la piacevolezza speziata della vaniglia.</span></div>
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<br />Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-84831213195409695932018-08-22T16:01:00.000+02:002018-08-22T16:01:47.633+02:00Golden Period<div style="text-align: center;">
In a room on my own I believe in the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before me.</div>
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Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-20636401285575323832018-04-06T14:36:00.001+02:002018-04-06T14:36:58.978+02:00Melodramma e blueberry muffin<br />
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sole alto, un’unica nota in quel pentagramma celeste.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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domenica mattina limpida, la voce di Andrea accanto a me, una colazione </span>all'aperto<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> come quella di Manet. Stesi sul prato col naso </span>all'insù<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> a seguire le
trasformazioni di quelle spume bianche nel cielo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Allegro delicato.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Attendevamo
l’inizio di una lettura itinerante di poesie a Villa Borghese.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Vivace.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Un
vento austero mi scosse i capelli pungendomi il viso, ostile poi, soffiò via
quei lievi merletti bianchi e trascinò al loro posto un’oscura creatura.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Andante.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Una
goccia sulla mia guancia da quell'orrenda nube nera.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Moderato.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Lo
scroscio violento su di noi. Durante la fuga verso la macchina mi cadde di mano
il muffin ai mirtilli. Lo lasciai affogare.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Bellicoso grave.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Rientrammo
in un appartamento inospitale, da riordinare. Livia non ne aveva avuto tempo,
io la voglia.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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si sfilò le scarpe fradice con una risata:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Bene, cosa vogliamo farne di questa domenica mattina di pioggia? Qualche idea?
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di mezzo un giornale che avevo lasciato spalancato e scomposto sul divano, mi
si sfogliò tra le mani e le pagine si sparpagliarono a terra. Furiosa:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Perché devi essere sempre contento? Sempre ottimista? –<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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un semplice cercare il lato positivo di una situazione. Innervosirsi per futili
motivi non porta a nulla –<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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volte non ci sono aspetti positivi e la rabbia è l’unica via –<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Non è così. Non possiamo andare a questa passeggiata poetica a cui tenevi
tanto, è vero, ma sarà rimandata a un’altra volta. Abbiamo, invece, una
giornata pigra e tranquilla a casa –<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Finiremo col passare tutto il giorno a guardare la tv –<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Eri così allegra poco fa, ora sei così rabbiosa –<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Perché piove! Piove sempre, piove troppo quest’anno! Odio quando il tempo è
così incostante –<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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perché? È come il tuo mutevole umore –<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Mi stai dando dell’instabile </span>meteoropatica<span style="font-size: 12pt;">? –<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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No, ti sto dicendo che sei imprevedibile e adorabile. </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Come quel sonetto: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?</i> </span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Cosa c’è di più bello dell’essere paragonati a una
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corso dei miei pensieri mutò di nuovo; non più una piena tortuosa, ma un
limpido e placido fluire. Sorrisi ad Andrea.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Non guardarmi così! Solo qualche vago ricordo di una noiosissima lezione di
letteratura inglese del liceo. Ti ricordi quanto era insopportabile la Fani? Mi
odiava! –<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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i suoi ricordi liceali:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Visto che piove potremmo guardare un film. Qualcosa di Shakespeare. Che ne dici
di <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Shakespeare in love</i> o di <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Nel bel mezzo di un gelido inverno</i>? –<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Alcune fotografie che fermano nel tempo la serata a Bruges di Fotografie in Re Maggiore: i vicoli di Roma, le pagine del romanzo e Martini Tonic con ghiaccio e limone. (Fotografie di Hilde Coudenys</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">)</span></div>
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Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-72392733576706361732018-01-26T12:56:00.002+01:002018-01-26T12:56:50.434+01:00Incontrarsi un giorno a Bruges<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Forza, Elisa! Ancora non sei pronta? Dobbiamo partire! -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Elisa si alzò pigramente dal divano stirandosi la schiena come un gatto:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Ricordami... cos'è che dobbiamo fare? -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Non è possibile che non te lo ricordi! Dobbiamo andare a parlare di noi e di Roma -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Uff, lo sai che odio parlare in pubblico -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Come musicista devi davvero superare questa cosa -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Va bene, va bene, prendo la valigia e partiamo... non vuoi proprio dirmi la destinazione segreta? -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Ti dico solo di vestirti pesante -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Cosa??? Non mi dirai che stiamo andando di nuovo in Belgio -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Ebbene sì -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Ma ti ricordi com'è andata l'ultima volta? -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Non preoccuparti, questa volta niente boschi, niente bicicletta e pensa c'è persino il sole -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Va bene, mi hai convinta, andiamo -</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Una “passeggiata” a Roma con letture, fotografie e musica dal romanzo “Fotografie in Re Maggiore"</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">La serata si dividerà tra:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- La lettura di alcuni estratti del romanzo con la partecipazione di Ortensia Semoli; attrice e regista, che abbiamo avuto il piacere d’incontrare qualche anno fa a Bruges in occasione dello spettacolo teatrale Amori, beffe e gelosia.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Un giro a Roma con gli occhi delle due protagoniste del romanzo; uno sguardo su Roma vista da due romane DOC.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Esposizione di fotografie e dipinti dell’autrice ispirati a Fotografie in Re Maggiore, accompagnati da un cocktail in tema col romanzo e fortemente raccomandato dalle protagoniste.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Appuntamento venerdí 26 gennaio 2018 nel Meersenhuis, Oostmeers 3, 8000 Bruges.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>Claudia Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03667306999990285722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735453110000061073.post-34440736665650436322017-12-30T10:27:00.000+01:002017-12-30T10:27:00.414+01:00Cuore in fuga<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Pensieri, paure, coraggio, ricordi, speranze: tutto si mescola allo scopo di trascinare il lettore dentro un mondo variegato e multiforme che rappresenta, in una sintesi eloquente, la vita di quante si sono avventurate in una nuova esistenza.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>All'interno il mio racconto:</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>Lo schermo nero, freddo, con nomi di città in bianco. Compulsivamente rigiro tra le dita il ciondolo bronzeo della collana. Dove portare la mia vita? Nella città del sole, degli abbracci, dell’infanzia o quella della maturità, della libertà, del presente?</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>Il mio cuore esita e non sa scegliere. Anversa o Roma? Destinazione o bestemming?</i></span></div>
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