May 2012
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I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.
– Sylvia Plath
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The Little Coat, Stephen Spender
The little coat embroidered with birds Is irretrievably ruined. We bought it in the Spring And she stood upon a chair, A blazing tree of birds; I leaned my head against her breast And all the birds seemed to sing While I listened to that one heavy bird Thudding at the centre of out our happiness.
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Ricordo benissimo come fu che cessai di dipingere. Una sera, dopo essere stato...
– La noia, Alberto Moravia - Incipit
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