“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

Thursday, 31 December 2020 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 28

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Thursday, 24 December 2020 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 27

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Sunday, 13 December 2020 00:00

Tu sì che vali

Saturday, 12 December 2020 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 26

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Saturday, 05 December 2020 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 25

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Thursday, 26 November 2020 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 24

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Saturday, 21 November 2020 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 23

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Saturday, 14 November 2020 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 22

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Saturday, 31 October 2020 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 20

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