Chiddiatt:
Anna, Anna!
Anna Chiddiatt:
Yes darling.
Chiddiatt:
Your pad and pencil quickly! Quickly before I lose the inspiration.
[Dictating his latest oeuvre]
Chiddiatt:
The scent of the room drifted slowly upwards as she gave him a pear-shaped look.Significant vital almond-blossom falling on guitar strings in small Italian towns came to his mind as he bent. What was that? Sordid, time-shattering, comes tap, tap, tap, a knocking on the door.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 09:12
Consiglia
Voto
Nessun dato in archivio
Commenti
Nessun dato in archivio
