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LEMONS ARE NOT THE OAKS Cosimo Calamini

Cosimo Calamini.

The oaks are not lemons.
pag294
Cover Price € 17.60
publisher Garzanti Milano
Year 2010

Montechiasso is a village perched on a hill in the heart of Tuscany, in the days of clear sky, up there, you can embrace the whole at a glance region. There lives the family Malquori: Attilio, disillusioned communist and former singer of the rock group The Timid, his wife Anita, an identity crisis in his fifties, and her daughter Sara, troubled girl, in his first year of college. Montechiasso But there is also a deep-rooted Islamic community they belong to the imam and his son Khaled Ibn Rushd, secretly linked to Sarah. A day of autumn comes a bombshell: the country will build a large mosque, an alien spacecraft built among the vineyards and the bell. ....

FROM THE NOVEL: Attilio
the end he had not cared that much, to read the news in the paper. A mosque in Montechiasso! Too ridiculous to be true.
"It's going to do some 'stage before the elections."
"Donati always invents one." Col Cresti had made two big laughs, all of those belly, which are good for health.
"Can you imagine the muezzin who wakes us up in the morning: a race with cock Casini."
"For me, the cock of the casino wins," he weighed in CREST, while shearing the hair of Attilio. And down with laughter.

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HAIKU.TANKA Japanese literature, NAGA-UTA

Haiku is a short poem of only three verses spread in Japan since the sixteenth century onwards. Its structure is very simple: it is composed of seventeen syllables, divided 5-7-5 in the chain, therefore, requires a great synthesis of thought and 'image. The ability of 'Haijin (The poet) is therefore to express emotions in a few verses.


Under the lash of rain in April
cherry moans.

The haiku is derived from Tanka, a poem of 31 syllables, which dates back to the fourth century. The Tanka is composed of 5 lines with a precise amount of syllables per line: 5-7-5-7-7. Eliminating the last two lines formed the Haiku.

gushes and gushes,
suit, green fountain, ivy long-standing


blackened by the cracks of a wall breached.

Finally, the NAGA-Huta, consisting of seven verses, 5-7-5-7-5-7 -. You
The composition is then to music, giving orgine to songs played on various instruments and, above all, the shamisen, which became one of the most representative of traditional Japanese music. The legend of the olive
long, that he would become wood for the cross of Jesus, could be summed up in a Naga-uta, provided, that would be impossible to translate it into Japanese culture, music ..

He knew that the olive tree and through the man tried to escape

is plucked, he bowed, his torso split open


is tortured until he was unable to cross.

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STONE OF PATIENCE Atiq Rahimi


ATIG
Rahim
STONE PATIENCE
Translator: Yasmin MELAOUAH
Giulio Einaudi Editore
YEAR 2009
ISBN 9788806197094

A woman watches a man lying in a bed. The man is unconscious, has a bullet in his head, he fired someone for a trivial reason. In a country like Afghanistan, in a time that could even be today.
She speaks without interruption, as never before. Tells her husband, and finally this silent, many stories that make their story and that of their country. Before she whispers, then cries, gets angry, afraid. She cries. Exit and then return. Still whispering, softly, gently. Take
treatment of humans and also blames him. It alleges that he wanted to be a hero, having chosen the weapons and war to his wife and daughters. It never words for her.

INCIPIT

The room is small. Rectangular. This is despite the suffocating walls clear, cyan, and the two tents on grounds of migratory birds spread their wings and picked up a yellow and sky blue.
Holes here and there, let the sun's rays penetrate that end up on the faded stripes of a kilim.
In back of the room there is another tent. Green. Without decoration. Hides a locked door. Or a closet.
The room is empty. Devoid of any ornamentation. Except on the wall that separates the two windows, where it was hung a small khanjar, and above the khanjar a picture of a man with a mustache. He has thirty years. Curly hair. Square face, framed by two basic cut with care. His eyes shine with blacks. They are separated by a hooked nose. The man is not laughing, and yet seems to hold the rice. This gives him a strange appearance as a man who in himself makes a mockery of him watching him. The photo is in black and white, hand colored in shades off.

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GUARDIAN OF THE LIGHT Janette Winterson

TITLE: THE GUARDIAN OF LIGHT
AUTHOR: Jeanette Winterson
TRANSLATOR: CLEAR STRAP ROCK
PUBLISHER: Oxford University Press
PAGES: 239
ISBN: 8804536748
PUBLICATION DATE: 2005

THE PLOT OF THE BOOK:
orphan, is adopted by the small Silver Pew, a kind and mysterious character who lives in the lighthouse at Cape Wrath. When dealing tenderly with her, the Pew tells old stories focused on desire, on the eradication, the links and absences that mark our lives. The special tells the story of Babel Dark, a nineteenth local reverend who lived two lives, one public and one private shrouded in darkness bathed in light. Pew's stories are opened before the eyes of Silver as a map to follow to penetrate into its darkness. Small modern-day Ulysses, Silver began as a journey into the stories we tell ourselves, stories of love and loss, passion and desire.

A PIECE OF PAPER:

YOU are carved into the rock that the door swings open when the moon illumina.Tu're the door at the top of the stairs that appears only in the door last six sogni.Tu prigioniero.Tu the free port on the edge of the six mondo.Tu six he opens up the door in a sea of \u200b\u200bstelle.Aprimi. Spalancami. Socchiudimi. Go through and there is anything beyond, can only be achieved as well. From you. Now. In this isolated moment in time that encompasses a lifetime.

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The Passion of Artemisia - Susan Vreeland

THE PASSION OF ARTEMISIA

SUSAN VREELAND

PUBLISHER Blacks Pozza

Collection: The narrators of the tables

Year 2002 Pages 320 ISBN 88

-7305-887-6

Translated by Francesca Diano

THE PLOT SUMMARY

"Fourteen in May 1612." In the hall of Tor di Nona, the papal court, the notary, a small man enveloped in dark purple, mumbles writing with his quill pen. Two months, and for the first time has not painted on the face expression bored, because today is the expected day of reckoning. Soon, the illustrious Lord Hieronimo Felicio, lieutenant and inquisitor of Rome of His Holiness, will enter the hall, will settle on his high chair, it will accommodate the scarlet robe to look more impressive and will question the woman, young artist for whom Rome has rushed a half left in classrooms of the Inquisition, while the 'assistant to torture "to tighten the strings Sybil's rough around the toes.
Soon we will know if you are the true words of the complaint that the girl's father lodged at the Pope Paul V, the words have been spoken at length in every corner of the Eternal City hours and echo in the minds of everyone in the damp, dark room Tor di Nona, "Agostino Tassi and Artemisia has deflowered my daughter has forced the repeated acts of carnal, dangerous even for me, Orazio Gentileschi, painter and citizen of Rome, Plaintiff poor, so that I have not been possible to obtain the fair return from his talent as a painter. "

A PAGE

I took with me some drawings to show some examples of my work. Cesare Gentile greeted me again opening his arms, revealing the embroidery of her robe. "Forgive me if I called you so soon. And only a demonstration of my enthusiasm. "" I brought you the latest designs, because you can see a preview. "" I'll be honored to see them, because your talent is familiar. " Examined them with great interest, nodding and murmuring in approval, after which he led me into the garden. We walked along the sandy path, bordered by a fence with flowers. "As I said before, I would firstly like painting a female figure. A woman painted by a woman, because that way you can dive deep inside her. You might know secrets that we men, you understand, do not know. Secondly, it must be beautiful, but not too good - not to arouse the envy of my lovely daughters. Good enough, however, so they can see the woman - and therefore themselves - as a work of art. Precious. " Caressed the air with his hands as a mark of sensual curves. "And then, as you know, be a nude." Opened his arms. "Show the woman in all her glory."