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finales de agosto y empezando a sentir esto mismo que escribió sylvia plath: «lo mejor del verano ha terminado y el nuevo otoño aún no ha nacido, el extraño tiempo de mudanza»
Summer rain made me uneasy. First came the damp, then the cascade of water rushing down the road, then the puddles in the furrows.
Andrea Abreu • Dogs of Summer
l’estate è decadente.
È un tempo sospeso tra una doccia e una sudata sul coppino.
In estate tutto rallenta per sopravvivere, cambia ritmo e si ritira nell’ombra, perché sotto il sole si brucia e muore. Tocca meriggiare in estate, sopportando le cicale chiacchierone e i grilli impertinenti. Coprirsi gli occhi e, sì, bere molta acqua sennò cosa si sud
... See moreWe, too, know that winters are coming. For many of us it is the ruling fact: the whole year is surrendered to the cold. The thoughts and itineraries of the summer are the lackeys of the dark.
I fight hard against this demonic capitulation, but it is hard to enjoy an August day qua August day. The stronger the fight, the greater the acknowledgment of
... See moreThe redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
John Keats • To Autumn
I shrug. “Okay sure, why not?” Hillbilly shit it is.
Elsie Silver • Heartless: A Small Town Single Dad Romance
Jo looked at the bar, where she’d worked for a few summers pouring wine and shaking cocktails for the hordes from away, sunburned tourists who’d said her little seaside village was quaint and asked what folks did here in the winter. Well, this is what we do here, she thought. We gain weight and drink too much and get on each other’s nerves.