“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”

Mario Luzi

Saturday, 29 May 2021 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 36

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Mu_transmissions – 35

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Mu_transmissions – 34

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Mu_transmissions – 33

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Saturday, 17 April 2021 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 32

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Mu_transmissions – 31

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Thursday, 11 February 2021 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 30

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Mu_transmissions – 29

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Mu_transmissions – 28

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Mu_transmissions – 27

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