Eccoli: bellissimi, colorati, allegri, a volte un po' tristi, profondi, ma anche leggeri come una filastrocca, grandi, enormi, ma anche piccini.
Sono i libri di Carthusia, e sono arrivati per fare felici molti lettori in erba!
She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! --Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
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| Howl's Moving Castle (Hayao Miyazaki, 2004) |
"I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word.
Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine." Emily Dickinson