Thursday
November 12th
09:00
Kindergartens
Stories about glass
childhood
place
At school, in an institute in the city
Ticket
for schools, upon reservation
A fogged-up window. I can't see anything outside. I put my little finger down and, as if by magic, the sun appears, along with my house and my dog. The world inside me slowly comes into focus and surprises me. After a while, however, the lines blur, overlap, and blend together. My drawing disappears beneath my erasing hand. Now I can look outside and I'm ready to listen to new stories. Readings by ABL Amici delle Biblioteche e della Lettura odv ets.
A fogged-up window. I can't see anything outside. I put my little finger down and, as if by magic, the sun appears, along with my house and my dog. The world inside me slowly comes into focus and surprises me. After a while, however, the lines blur, overlap, and blend together. My drawing disappears beneath my erasing hand. Now I can look outside and I'm ready to listen to new stories. Readings by ABL Amici delle Biblioteche e della Lettura odv ets.
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