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Cartoline ingiallite
Storie sulle sponde, sopra i ponti, sotto il pelo dell’acqua. Acqua che c’è, che manca, che si rigenera, che scompare, che distrugge. Il fiume come luogo dove sedersi e chiacchierare con un amico sui destini del mondo o dove starsene da soli a tentare di misurare il tempo. E il suo ponte anzi, i suoi ponti, vecchi e nuovi.
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