Forgiveness Definition Poems

The librarian will not remove any book from the shelves ever!

I think Paradise orc of Pennac has been one of my prime letture post adolescenziali. Penso che il suo concetto di "capro espiatorio" più tardi mi abbia illuminata, in un momento in cui tutti mi guardavano e mi dicevano "a lettere? che ti iscrivi a fare, futura disoccupata?" Ecco, c'era qualcuno a cui - lavorativamente parlando - poteva andare peggio. E restava comunque un gran figo, il signor Malaussène.

Penso che Tiziano Scarpa mi abbia fatto conoscere Venezia come pochi altri, con poche, semplicissime parole in poche preziose pagine. E penso che Stabat mater sia una bella favola, da leggere in una manciata di ore, che mi ha lasciato quel profumo che ti si attacca addosso e non si scolla per qualche giorno. And at the end of the day I think, the Witch, after all it is better to drink it rather than do a lot of controversy.

I do not know what to think instead of Madame Frédérique Audouin-Rouzeau because I do not know. Instead, what I think is that Fred Vargas is a fantastic author of mystery novels that have kept me awake at night, accompanied in many hours on the train, on holiday, in bed.

And this is what I think - and I will continue to think - of the many others who came with me this far, and that there will in the future. The ruthless inquisitor Eymerich Valerio Evangelisti. The beautiful monster bye love, hello Massimo Carlotto. The sixteenth century Q Luther Blissett (Wu Ming).

Someone today said that these books should be removed from our shelves. Some time ago, they would say burn them.

Has anyone else thought to the events of history that can not be forgotten, even if you would like. I can think of Fahrenheit 451 . In the novel, Bradbury's salvation lay in people's heads, in their ability to memorize. But today memorize things - let alone the words, even a poem - no longer in fashion. Do not teach even more. Result: no salvation.

Still, the restorers say that paper, when it burns, however, leaves something in what remains. What the ash can still be found information, although small and minimal. I think I see William, who frantically tries to book some rest in the ashes of the abbey, the last pages of Name of the Rose . I wonder how pissed off today.

Maybe even that much, probably would take another book from the shelf and continue to do what he always did. Read.

Exactly what I'll do it too.

not stop loving the works of D'Annunzio in Fiume for his business. How can we not stop to read Leopardi because today someone might call a geek social with the hump. Simply put, their works excite me, and not ever stop doing that.
Books. Novels. Literature in short, contemporary fiction, or if you prefer. Pages, words. Culture. Among the few things that are going against us today - in our own way, in our small - the filth around us. The difficulties with every day, the void of insecurity and dissatisfaction. A small way of saying I'm different, to protest silently, or scream loudly I am free to know, to know and above all think.

free to read.

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Despite a climate that leads to a complete moral drift, the Constitutional Court has, again, had the decency not to endorse the bold thesis of those who raised the issue of constitutionality of rules that do not recognize the marriage if not for two people of opposite sex .
I must admit to being (positively) surprised and the decision announced two days ago, opens positive prospects for the future of the family which is a of the basic values \u200b\u200bof any civilized society.
The ruling of the Constitutional Court is even more important, as confirms not only the full legal legitimacy ( on the moral there is no doubt ) of the civil code which indicates that marriage is a contract between a man and a woman, but also the interpretation of that constitutional provision in favor of those who maintain the need for a man and a woman as essential parts of marriage .
We can say that even if a constitutional court usually too attentive to the "politically correct", confirms the traditional approach, then the hope you come out of this period is derived by limiting the damages may be based.

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Happy New Year from your Librarian ... their way!

Si sa, è tipico di ogni cosa nuova appena iniziata farci fare un piccolo resoconto di ciò che è stato, una sorta di rewind di quello che ha caratterizzato il nostro anno appena passato. E a questo non sono indenni nemmeno le librarian come me, ma la sottoscritta ha trovato un buon modo per farlo: guardare la mia libreria .

Eh si, perchè lì dentro - un locus amoenus dove spesso e volentieri I just find their way there myself! - There is much of what has characterized my last 365 days. A book for all times and for every mood, for every challenge and every emotion.

And so, even the one just finished, I like to be remembered as another year full of books. Some wonderful discoveries, others to forget. Some good, some not. One year

never stop doing one of the few constants in my life precarious read.

one year was so exhilarating, with the first reading: Pride and Prejudice and zombies Seth Grahame-Smith. And done so well, and me with of Niccolo Ammaniti, closed only a few days ago. A small but valuable book which will undoubtedly speak, I entered the heart.

In between, a number of authors who, in one way or another, I'll bring back. By Alice Sebold, Anne Holt, by Stefan Zweig in Alan Bennett, from Margaret Mazzantini to Joseph Brodsky, to name a few (very few). Finding old friends, like Fred Vargas and Agatha Christie (in a new discovery this year as romantic), Tiziano Scarpa and Ian McEwan. Books to touch, smell, browse, and stress. Books that have stayed with me on my bedside table, which took me by train or bus, that have kept me awake because just can not bring myself to close . Some made me smile. Many think. More angry. A few - fortunately - I was bored. And some are not even able to finish it - but Pennac would agree with me (if you have not already done so, read his wonderful novel How ).

What remains for me is the scent of many, many pages. The memory of new emotions that only the writing and reading can give me. And a desire, or rather two.

The first: never stop excited by opening a book.

The second: to be able to get at least a hint of all this to you. You who make me the best gift: leggermi.

Buon anno , e che sia un anno pieno di letture ed emozioni.