Sul far della mezzanotte, quando il padrone chiudeva il locale, le deboli proteste di paonazzi bevitori segnavano il momento di tornare in albergo. Eppure, all’uscita dal bistrot, il Commissario… continua →
Eddieson's Homeeddieson wrote 2 years ago: Sul far della mezzanotte, quando il padrone chiudeva il locale, le deboli proteste di paonazzi bevit … more →
eddieson wrote 3 years ago: Opeth-Forest of October The memories that now rest in this forest forever shadowing the sunrise of m … more →
eddieson wrote 3 years ago: But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet: tread softly, becau … more →
eddieson wrote 3 years ago: A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down h … more →
eddieson wrote 3 years ago: “Lunga è la nostra strada. Quanto basta per meditare sulle parole profonde di sua eminenza rev … more →
eddieson wrote 3 years ago: October And the trees are stripped bare Of all they wear What do I care October And kingdoms rise An … more →