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IT ONLY - OS - TH - IL TESTAMENTO DI DIANA

Author: Katarina Stratford
Title: The Will of Diana
Rating: G Genre
: Nostalgic
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Note.
The term "head" of the title is intended as a "legacy"

sitting in that anonymous white taxi with the window down watching the city run before his eyes. That city where she grew up, who knew in detail but which had never been intimate. Like an old friend, as an old flame with whom you have never been lovers. A city that never slept, too enlightened, living and dying at the same time, the old building. He felt like a cigarette but it was not his car. From his jacket pocket he pulled out a sheet of paper folded in four.
was not surprised when they called his old high school to make a speech on the anniversary of 10 years of his promotion. This year he turned thirty and was the youngest woman to receive the Pulitzer Prize for publishing a series of interviews with famous artists and musicians that had marked the last century. A slow and meticulous work that followed a line reflective ui changes that had imposed the digital art. As good and evil. The car stopped in front
quell'imponente grammar school building was Giovanni Verga. Looking at the clock he realized to be a bit 'late. He paid the race and went to the heavy solid wood doors that go in two hundred years had seen thousands of students. The courtyard was empty and at the bottom of the large windows of the dining room lights up showing a crowd of smiling people who seemed engaged in a strange and slow dance, that of yours, one of the findings, one of the surprises. Children were running and the clink of glasses to get there. Alone in the courtyard for a moment and turned her nostrils were filled with air sandy who had accompanied his youth, he had breathed life even when he knew little or nothing, when he thought he could change the world from above, change people, perform miracles.
He pushed the glass door and entered the dining hall. So many faces that did not know that some time had slowly removed, which had faded and that suddenly came back vividly to mind. Passing between them could still see those kids that were long ago, oblivious to everything and at the same time confident of everything. He did not want to talk, he climbed on the small shelf and picked up the microphone. With two fingers he made sure it was accessible and took a breath. He pulled out his speech from his pocket and looking for a few seconds in silence all those people intent on reviving old memories, reliving moments long gone by now realized that in the end, his speech did not matter much.
began timidly.

"Mhh .. good evening to all. I wonder who remembers me. I'm Diana. I was asked to give a speech tonight, a sort of guide to what I have done in the past ten years, what led me to win this year's Pulitzer Prize for my book "Conversations."
I could tell you what I've done studies, such as cities I have visited, the determination that I put in my work. But if I speak of determination, then there is a story that I tell you, that the day I met my husband.
I had never been to France before. And I had never met before. I never met him but I already knew him. I knew him like we grew up together, like in the old courtyard out there I saw him too. As if he had attended every important moment of my life. At that time I was the anonymous girls, a little 'how I remember you. He did not. He was a famous musician. He made the covers of magazines, concerts, on concerts, interviews hundreds. Maybe that was more famous, maybe it was almost an idol.
Somehow I knew it would become part of my life. It was not a wish, it was a sort of premonition.
That night had been awarded for the last album that he and his group had produced, I had seen in a detached, almost cold in the ceremony. When I came out I went directly to the place where it was held just after a party reinforced for all participating artists at the event. I looked away from the entrance and a gust of wind went through my hair. It was the wind that brings the changes, the wind that calls the decisions. I was with other people but it was something that had to do alone. Because in the end is always alone who confronts his destiny, his own life.
arrived at the door asked me if I had an invitation. Simply said no. I play that he had "no" does not mean I do not know what you want but I put my eyes spoke of resolve, talking about certainties. They let me go inside. I was immediately uncomfortable. All the women around me had short dresses, plunging necklines, lace, gold and diamonds.
clenched in my hands the lonely mother of pearl around his neck and stood motionless a few seconds in the stream of people coming and going. I had this thirst and taken a cup. I did not want to sit down. Standing drank the contents and went to rest on the bar. I was looking at a picture on the wall when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned in surprise step, and my hair frustrated the person's face ever seen and yet have always known. Everything was done that night because things did not go as I wanted. The hours that followed were a series of words that would not make sense to report.
When the dawn rose in the sky of Paris, on a window sill unknown started a conversation that still remember.
"This is my favorite time of day. People prefer sunsets. Who knows why. People who like to finish things? I like to start with. "
"Would you be my start?"

The upshot of all this? Be
adventurers.
Run after your dreams, do not be afraid of their non-completion, each trip has its own goal, every trip has its way. You may not be what you had imagined, may not lead where you had thought. It will draw under your feet with every step you make, and each of these steps will take you where he should go unwittingly. Do not listen to your reason and do not listen to the words of others. Only the meaning, only the heart knows what is your place. And traveling, never tire of traveling, near or far it is, in places you've never seen, with people who have never met. Continue to look for what you have, even if you do not know what it is. Continue to be curious, wanting to find out. Never stop believing in something as this thing may seem futile.
And for this you do not need money, you do not need an elevated position to work overtime. Just as your mind. Escape from behind the walls of your home, you dream every moment of the day. And if you feel you have something to do, someone to meet, lots. Games without thinking about it.
Be free. Be the adventurers. "

not wait any longer, the audience around she had remained silent and motionless. He walked out without looking back, waved to a passing taxi and climbed over. All the way his head emptied of all thoughts. He arrived at the reception desk of his hotel. "Please, Mrs. Listing, his key."

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Amaranth Review


Before starting this review true, I wish to present the book itself.
Amaranth is the first novel published by Eva Mori, from the publisher Aletti Editore that you can buy at these locations.

www.ibs.it
www.libreriauniversitaria.it
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My purchase was motivated by the fact that I know the author personally, that I had some time talked about his project that I hoped to see implemented as soon as possible. The story did not want to read anything, I just read some indication that Eve had given herself. E 'in a few words in mind that I ventured to read.
Love - Homosexuality - Middle Ages.
And even with these few words from the very first pages I find myself disoriented and confused.
Mina. Who is Mina?
This is the question that will accompany me for the entire story and even after. Who is the daughter of his birth is unknown, what is his secret well, her character is slowly outlined in the flow of the pages.
Who is Mina itself that is the question of identity that it brings.
Amaranth is a love story. In passionate love, brotherly love, love of a king for the people.
It 's also a story about the lack of love, paternal, formal, confidential. We
accompany Mina in her life, with its storms, and we ask her. "Who is it?"
And the answer seems straightforward but is not slowly comes to mind.
Mina is the one that wants to be. You are not
Mina, she is not Willhem she is the person who chooses to become through his choices, his compassion, his love.
reflected in someone not given to everyone, but Rick is a mirror in Mina, a tarnished mirror, ruined that refers to itself, but a clear picture is that slowly helps her deal with what certainly is not. She
doubts, questions, do not always understand, is wounded by reality, by herself, but other defines the contours of his being and this is thanks to Rick. Rick
that leaves room for such a search of identity, than ever the strength in the knowledge that even in his mistakes and gives her the opportunity to know, to experiment.
The others are our reflection and through them we understand, we know who we are. Our actions are directed to them and understand them and respond to them in that we can truly understand what we did.
would be too easy to say that Amaranth is the story of a love thwarted by the dark times of the Middle Ages and ignorance, but this was not for me.
E 'Mina becomes the story of how someone in his own eyes, acquires an identity and a personality, thanks to the boundless love that Rick did for her and the reflection is not distorted by the events and preconceptions that he sends back.

Needless to say it was a great read. Needless to say, everyone around me has read the book they have enjoyed. It 's a story still to be read and reread to grasp all the nuances and leave again carrying the narrow world in which Mina was born and which is slowly spreading along with his being.

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IT ONLY - OS - TH - TWC - MORNING SUN

Author: Katarina Stratford
Title: Morning Sun
Keyword: Can you take me higher?
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, Flashfic
Warnings: -

The sun was crisp and a light breeze stroked her face, he was just waving his light hair, were the seven in the morning, some chirping nightingale, a magpie came to rest on the wet grass just a few steps from the feet. Just breathing the air heated by the weak rays of the sun. He heard steps behind him safe and nimble than his brother. When he reached behind him began to push the small swing of wood on which he was sitting. She wrapped her hands around the rope that held up. The wind now seemed cold, stinging eyes. He laughed, and began to throw small scream.
His brother behind him laughed too. She watched him climb up into the sky almost obscuring the disk of that pale sun of early morning and then get back to him, almost touching the grass full of dew with bare feet. She looked at him and his laughter echoed in the head, filled him with joy, serenity. The small swinging shouted something, something that crossed from side to side.
"Higher, higher up, take me!"
'll take you up to where you want. In addition. I'll take you through the clouds of heaven, I'll take you among the angels of heaven, I'll take you where there is only the light, where the air echoes the songs of a thousand birds that do not yet know. I'll take you to visit the sun and the moon, I'll take on the milky way and from there you'll see the earth and all planets, stars and comets. I'll take you as far as I can arrive. I'll take you to infinity.

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IT ONLY - OS - TH - TWC - LULLABY FOR TWO MOONS

Author: Katarina Stratford
Title: Lullaby for Two Moons
Key: lunar eclipse
Rating: PG13
Genre: AU, First Time
Warnings: OFC, Underage Erotica, A Little Bit of Language

Living in a village that was bad, among many other things, that every opportunity seemed good for parties of neighborhood and town meetings.
Invariably the arrival of a lunar eclipse on the day when this was fully gave rise to the full rein of the cultural advisors, Youth Policy and any other member of the community. For weeks the city was plastered with posters urging citizens and tourists (tourists wondered what Tom, only they knew) to the Gala that there would be that night on the northern hill, complete with a tasting of typical products (to understand , blond beer and sausages), telescopes available, children's play areas and live music (acoustic guitar, keyboard and two voices crackling from sixty).
In his bed in the early morning Tom already imagined the ordeal that he and his brother should have been spend that night. I tried to get from his mother who were left at home but he would not hear anything. They were served the tears, threats, even downcast eyes moistened and falsely Bill. Nothing.
his door came the smell of hot and sweet biscuits to the fact that his mother was preparing to bring to the party. She sighed loudly. Just in time before his breath was cut from his brother's body had just thrown him.
"Tom Kaulitz, wake up!". Dall'agguato surprised he had not had time to react and in less than no time he found himself on his stomach with Bill astride on his back shouting "girl! Sissy. "
"Get away from Bill, get out, I just woke up!"
"sissy, sissy!"
"Enough!"
giving a stroke back of Tom libertao had the weight of the brother who was falls back on the bed.
"But you never tired?"
"Imagine. Look for tonight but we have no way to scan? "
" I guess not. "
" So let's do something. "
" Casino? "
" Casino. "
Tom stood up, closed the door and returned to sit on the bed. Bill plans were always difficult to make but it always gave great satisfaction as a prank.
"Go"
"I'll dress you and you go dressed as me, no one will see the difference!" Bill looked enthusiastic than his brother with a grin, rubbing his hands.
"You're crazy, how you want to do in so little time?"
"Do not worry I'll see, Mom is too busy with what he has to prepare for tonight and Gordon is already there to install the facilities for the live show. We have all the time and space we want. "
Tom looked up at the ceiling, had a kind of foreboding, as if he could already imagine being trapped in this strange idea, in that innocent insanity.
They opened the door quietly and the room as carefully closed again behind them one of the bathroom. They were in there over an hour and no one came looking for them, they heard a scream only Simone greeting before slamming the door. Bill opened the door cautiously. Both he and Tom had the towel on his head and rushing were discovered in his room his head before the great mirror of the cabinet. Definitely had succeeded in their aim. Nobody could tell them apart. We changed and went down in the kitchen.
When they arrived in the park where they were provided for the festivities found Simone intent to set up tables and tables of cakes, sausages, bread, fruit, together with other ladies. Met them, kissed them hurriedly on the forehead. "Please guys, no raised talent, you make good tonight." Nor had she seen anything. Of course in normal times would have found it right away but it was taken from the preparations he had just watched his face.
spent the late afternoon and took away with it the rays of the sun and the laughter of children running up and down the slope of the park. At night the little town had gathered around large tables and waited impatiently to the eclipse of the moon.
Tom, in his guise of wacky brother moved among the crowd a bit 'confused, fun to see people's reactions. He seemed almost to see the world through different eyes, even if it was actually the world to see him in another way. A group of friends of his brother dragged him to the center of a circle is created in a corner and the girls were talking about thousands of little secrets that he tasted with pleasure. He did not expect this opportunity. Enter for a few hours in the small and strange world of girls. A world that knew nothing at the end as his experience in contact with it was not completely devoid of adventure. But this was different. Heard them talk about all those things he had always wanted to know and understand but that none of the girls he had for the time being carried to his room to let them taste the passion of his kisses and why not, sometimes something more, had never shared with him.
Bill on the other hand was terribly bored, friends of his brother was anything but interesting people and was starting to think that the idea that he had not had that much brighter, when the behind a girl called to him.
"Tom?"
He turned and saw in a moment Charlene. Ah
Charlene. He lived across town and never saw her except at school, between classes and the other was watching from the window was a beautiful, beautiful girl. A bit 'maybe I was in love but it certainly was not one to go there to talk and did not even know that his brother knew. He took a breath and made his voice deeper than ever.
"Hello Charlene." Had he made a misstep? He did not know if his brother really knew her. She bit her lip and that little gesture he saw the girl's eyes to focus all his attention on it.
"Fancy a walk?"
course he was, his eyes began to shine in his chest, the heart speeds up.
"Let's go."
If the door behind the hill. More people went out less met. They talked of this and that, laughing. Oh what a beautiful smile that had Charlene. Solar, if we can define a smile night, silent and white as the moon above their heads was gradually obscured. They stopped near
a big tree and sat down on a portion of its trunk, cut for some time now, round, smooth, that the time had polished. Bill felt uncomfortable, a bit 'as if that moment does not belong to him but he took the girl's face in his hands, as if it were a natural gesture, even if he, Bill, had never done. He placed a kiss, light, trembling on her lips and she simply gave up in the embrace that followed soon after.
Neither said a word, but the kisses gradually became more insistent, more warm. She shuddered a bit 'and he began to caress her neck, shoulders, hips. It is not recognized, they were not His gestures, it was as if clothed Tom had become a bit 'him. They laid down on the floor, Bill was excited at the same time de confused but everything was spontaneous and natural, as if he had done a thousand times. Unbuttoned her blouse of the girl gently, kissed her breasts repeatedly breathing in the smell, aroma and feeling the rapid and regular beat of his heart. The stripped of everything, he was not afraid of being surprised and not her. He had created an instant out of time each and every thing.
Bill was dissolved in a second when he was inside her, all his muscles seemed to have been abandoned, no one heard them more, but held him, his arms rested on the grass at the sides of the head of the girl.
How long did not even realize he made was just as if you were suddenly separated by a great, a huge weight and all his tired body slid alongside Charlene. Ah
Charlene. I looked into his eyes, stroking his face. She realized that she was also the first time. And suddenly he felt a traitor, a liar. She had wanted to do with his brother and he had secretly stolen the first time, had deluded, deceived. But her smile still shone now more and his eyes were deeper, darker.
went back into the crowd now that the eclipse of the moon was almost full, holding hands, Bill knew that to Tom, Charlene was a girl like the others that had won but still felt the guilt on his shoulders and after a long kiss left her back to her family and began looking for Tom. He did not look for him, was there, watching him, her face pale and motionless as a statue.
"What things did you do with her?" They were the first words that came out of his mouth.
"Nothing .. that is, I've kissed, we hugged a bit '. That's it. "His voice was hesitant, Charlene perhaps after all it was a girl like any other.
"Do not make a fool, you have been gone an hour or more. What have you done with her? "
Then Bill looked up at him and saw his brother, in a second knew what had happened in a second if I imagined, it appears. In front of his eyes began to scroll through the images of his brother that he was making love naked, moaning, she wanted and was satisfied. Bill was confused he did not understand the silence of his brother, never had this reaction to a girl. He began to sweat and think that maybe this time he had done it too big the casino.
"You did it under the big tree behind the hill?"
"Yes" Bill stared at his feet and the words came from his throat hoarse.
the very moment they leave the fireworks, covered by the sound of barrels and the noise of the crowd, Tom burst into tears of rage.
"Why, why did you do this? You're not like that, you do not do these things, you are not watching the girls do not even look absolutely no one, you should not throw well, you should not have! "
Bill did not understand anything, people danced around them , she shouted, fires were stronger and were always close.
"What I did not have to throw? Charlene's first time, I know I acted like a shit, I know, I'm sorry I carried away, was something new for me e. .. "
" I do not give a fuck Charl ; it, you threw your first time with someone who did not love! "
" I can not believe it is a discourse that you're doing to me! You threw the first, second and even the hundredth for that! "
" But you are not me, Bill, you're another person. A person who does this shit and for this I love you so much. Why are you good because you are pure. "
" What are you talking about Tom? "
Just a moment over their heads exploded a series of colorful fireworks, lit up their faces per day. Tom took his brother by the collar of the shirt and began to yell even louder.
"your first time, had to be with me!"
Bill did not utter a word. Perhaps because there were no words for what he had just heard. There were phrases appropriate for that situation? If you certainly did not know him, he felt lost, small and terribly alone. Only in the midst of all those people in the middle of a party that did not belong, surrounded by a deafening noise that blinded his thinking.
With a tug he pulled off the hands of his brother off. All of a sudden had no more fear, no longer had doubts. He looked up at him and seeing his reflection in his face, as if speaking to himself said "There are things, feelings, desires that do not understand now, there are ways that still do not know and I can not take . There are stones that we should avoid and barriers that I have to force myself not to put. But what you told me tonight I see something that will one day sense. A sense that I do not know him now. "
The fires ceased, and that corner of the green, under the dark sky and a dark moon returned to its mild and windy silence.

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