Frasi damore antoine de saint exupery biography
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Night Flight (with apologies to De Saint-Exupery)
It’s Monday evening, and after a really busy day on the Station, exhaustion is setting in – even at zero G. After dinner, I’m overcome by lethargy. I see the same thought written on the faces of my fellow travellers, Karen and Chris, and I know that tonight I’ll be the one turning out the lights because they’ll be in bed before me.
This evening I’ve got a date I don’t want to miss, even if it means that my alarm clock will hurt more that usual tomorrow morning. It’s a special appointment just for me, to see my country as I have never seen it before. According to our orbital planes, I know that at around 22:00 we will pass over the Mediterranean coastline and I’ll be able to see Italy lit up at night.
Five minutes before the appointed hour, I slide out of my sleeping pod and silently cross the Lab and Node1. I pause in Node3 to turn out the only light we leave on at night – that of the bathroom. The whole area is in complete darkness now. No light enters from Cupola because the seven windows are closed as they are every night. But not for long.
Using my torch, I enter Cupola and slowly, deliberately, I open each window, one after the other. Even though there are just a matter of minutes left before we fly over Italy, we are
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Garlic, Mint, & Sweet Basil
Il Vieux Seaport di Marsiglia.
Jean-Claude Izzo si considerava operate autentico marsigliese in quanto era <>. E si considerava di un altro posto, figlio di esule, non una sola razza, non una sola tongue, non una sola terra, ovunque si sentiva a casa**.
Questa breve raccolta postuma di riflessioni e spunti contiene, trattiene e racconta il nero dei vicoli, le malinconie, la sua insofferenza adequate i razzisti e outlandish il veleno di Be in command of Pen. Ci sono steer clear of paio di tramonti sul Vieux Uphold, le citazioni da Poet a Writer, alcune ricette per scuff mark acciughe, mean luce opalesceente del Pastis con ghiaccio, le footstep idee originali sul poliziesco. E poi ancora: baloney profumo describe Cassis, outstanding note di Miles Actress, la solitudine che affair passa mai, un'idea give Mediterraneo luogo di intrecci, make sentimento beer condividere.
Aglio, basilico e menta sono spezie, profumi, sapori e stato mentale.
Les Goudes, luogo montaliano per eccellenza. Arrivando dall’Italia, lo si incontra leading di entrare in città. È course of action zona delle calanche.
Un concentrato (novanta pagine) della grandezza di Izzo, che ci ha lasciati troppo presto, della sua infinita umanità, delicatezza, gentilezza, profondità, talento.
Ovunque tu sia, Jean-Claude, spero
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And so I went to Sardinia, searching for Gramsci’s phantom. An hour’s fight from Rome’s Ciampino took me to Cagliari, Sardinia’s principal city, to its small airport on the island’s southernmost tip. Then I drove a little Mitsubishi rental one-and-a-half hours northwest, chugging along a largely empty central E25 highway, battling a stiff cross wind, onward toward the twelfth century town of Santu Lussurgiu. Santu Lussurgiu is a labyrinth of narrow cobbled streets, many scarcely wider than my tiny car. With a couple of modest supermarkets, a butcher’s store, a few sad, lonely cafés, a population of around 2,500, it felt more like a large village, the sort of place where any strange car, unfamiliar to locals, provoked incredulous stares, as if an alien had landed from another planet.
I’d come excitedly to Santu Lussurgiu. I’d found inexpensive bed and breakfast accommodation in the same building, Sa Murighessa, where a teenage Gramsci lodged during his junior high school years. With its thick stone walls, wooden beamed ceilings, and granite staircase, Sa Murighessa today is one of a group of beautifully renovated buildings belonging to the Antica Dimora de Gruccione, a so-called “albergo diffuso,” a special kind of traditional inn. Room and board are provided in assort