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Heavy rain and syrups paper

Colpa di ieri, giornata inconcludente passata a fare praticamente nulla (ogni tanto succede!). Blame the rain stops for a moment haunt again this weekend. It also guilty of Sunday, the worst day of the week, every time it makes me understand why my ancestors had a headache all the seventh.

For all this, today I have the mental physical spiritual and psychological needs of a book. A book to touch, caress. Smelling the way down. May be small, nothing pretentious. Something that begins and ends in the 24 hours. Something that slides down like a strawberry syrup for the soul.

skim titles in my library, and eventually my eye falls on Ceremony massage by Alan Bennett. A booklet with a cover of a fashion almost pink, with features typical of a book Adelphi: fantastic to touch and scent. I just have to choose whether to get dressed first, or be directly in your pajamas: I know who wins the number two option! Bennett a few years ago I read The Uncommon Reader , and even then it was a nice brown for the throat. We hope that something similar happens today. Then, another small miracle of words and paper will be made.

you later with the final say!

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The Personal Librarian and animals ... "Domestic" vs. Flood

"We were the Leopards, lions. Those who will replace us jackals, hyenas, and all of ocelots, jackals and sheep continue to believe the salt of the earth "


" Shoot the looters! "

Only one of these two sentences belongs to a novel.
I realize how difficult it is to guess which one.

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right. It will help flood. Instead, he soaked away, unfortunately. Why the paper draws the water, such as honey bees. In fact, a few steps, we have them, the sandbags already leaning against the door, ready on the starting blocks if ever cursed those five meters were still affected dal Bacchiglione. Ma intanto, qualcuno che pochi giorni fa si era ritrovato a combattere con acqua, muri umidi, marcio e rovina, ha deciso di riaprire così. Non abbassiamo la saracinesca in attesa che qualcosa di brutto accada di nuovo, ma riapriamo: mostrando alla gente che passa qualcosa di bello. Qualcosa su cui appoggiare la mente, sorridere e sperare.

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Che, in effetti, a prima vista non ci azzeccano nulla con gli occhiali. A ben guardare , invece, i due sono culo e camicia. Penso ai presbiti, poveri cecati. Come mio padre che per anni si è ostinato a non mettere gli occhiali dando la colpa alla carta troppo patinata, e adesso li perde ovunque (Especially when we have them hanging from the neck). I think the summer. What if you do not have dark glasses, I challenge you to read on the beach. I think people like me who use them even though short-sighted to read closely, out of habit, convenience, laziness. Why do so librarian (a bit 'of the poor, but never mind).

I think the owners of that shop, what they had in mind in preparing for this showcase. Etrata are not to ask: perhaps I did not want some answers that I did not like. The important thing is that they did.

For those of us crashing down, perhaps with the head somewhere else. For those who will then want to go into a bookstore or library, pick up one and open it. For those who will wonder what does ? and those who copied the idea. For those who understand in an instant what to put under the table because they do not dance (a genius). And who will suddenly want to pick out those buried in some kind of big box store. Or who simply will need a new pair of glasses.

But both are not slow to see something beautiful. Something that for a moment you forget everything else. Something that makes you smile even if behind you is a river within hours because of rain rises. Something that makes you say I start today, and I do so. In my own way, whatever it is. Even with a book.