“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, 24 October 2020 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 19

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Saturday, 17 October 2020 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 18

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Wednesday, 14 October 2020 00:00

Tu sei e non era dovuto

Saturday, 26 September 2020 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 15

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Saturday, 19 September 2020 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 14

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Saturday, 12 September 2020 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 13

Published in Espressioni
Wednesday, 09 September 2020 00:00

All’Italia

Tuesday, 01 September 2020 00:00

Mu_transmissions – 11

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