I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
I worked for a very long time in an Irish pub. I still go there frequently: my boyfriend is the successful manager. Yes, I could sense your thoughts at the second line, you might have thought I like my Guinness too much. That is the nature of Irish pubs, besides being the best place for … Continue reading S.
WARNING: This post contains strong visual images. I used to be scared of toilet flushes on airplanes. I bet you can mirror yourself into this as they flush EXTREMELY strong and loud. I once read about this woman who remained seated while flushing and her intestine had been partially sucked out (I warned you at … Continue reading On the fear of dynousaurs and toilet flush
On January 25th of one hundred thirty six years ago Virginia Woolf was born. So many years; even if she would have not left in that river, we would still celebrate her memory today. I truly appreciated Woolf's works only in my college years, when a professor made us read Mrs Dalloway for a contemporary … Continue reading Far is Italy – connecting to Virginia Woolf
Le sessioni d'esame sono il peggiore momento dell'anno per ogni studente. I fatidici giorni sembrano non arrivare mai se si ha avuto la fortuna di aver potuto studiare abbastanza (o esserne convinti); nel caso che invece vi siate un po' lasciati prendere la mano da una nuova serie su Netflix o dal bighellonare con gli amici in … Continue reading Comprando vinili e altre catastrofi
I took advantage of many writing techniques to express myself with: thanks to another blogger, I experimented years ago with the "word of the day" routine that you can still see now in the english section. The newsletter of an online dictionary gave me a daily erudite definition for "something that is lacking flavor, zest, … Continue reading Fridge conversations
Why do I blog, plus a beautiful poem by Cummings. (click on title for full entry)