de Ettore Scola, pelo meio de Sherwood Anderson, não se dão mal. dia de luz baça e esbranquiçada, o ar molhado e a incerteza que permeia tudo. "Wing Biddlebaum talked much with his hands. The slender expressive fingers, forever active, forever striving to conceal themselves in his pockets or behind his back, came forth and became the piston rods of his machinery of expression.", do conto "Hands" em Winesburg, Ohio.
light gazing, ışığa bakmak
Thursday, October 7, 2010
O Baile
Publicado por Ana V. às 12:06 AM
TAGS AmLit, Biblioteca de Babel, O meu cinema é o meu cinema, Sherwood Anderson, Stuff
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