“La vita come deve si perpetua, dirama in mille rivoli. La madre spezza il pane tra i piccoli, alimenta il fuoco; la giornata scorre piena o uggiosa, arriva un forestiero, parte, cade neve, rischiara o un’acquerugiola di fine inverno soffoca le tinte, impregna scarpe e abiti, fa notte. È poco, d’altro non vi sono segni”

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Saturday, 07 May 2022 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 45

Mu_transmissions – 45
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Mu_transmissions – 44

Mu_transmissions – 44
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Saturday, 26 March 2022 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 43

Mu_transmissions – 43
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Saturday, 19 March 2022 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 42

Mu_transmissions – 42
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Sunday, 27 February 2022 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 41

Mu_transmissions – 41
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Thursday, 03 February 2022 00:00

Quale pubblico culturale abita la contemporaneità?

Quale pubblico culturale abita la contemporaneità?
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Friday, 28 January 2022 00:00

InFLOencer: gambe pazienti

InFLOencer: gambe pazienti
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Tuesday, 18 January 2022 00:00

La morte di Carmelo Bene e altri anniversari

La morte di Carmelo Bene e altri anniversari
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Tuesday, 21 December 2021 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 40

Mu_transmissions – 40
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Friday, 05 November 2021 00:00

InFLOencer: Prosecco is on d tebol

InFLOencer: Prosecco is on d tebol
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