Stories born from a strong friendship: the tie linking words and pictures
It’s six thirty on a spring Friday evening, the protagonist of this book is doing nothing out of ordinary: he’s lying on the grass cuddled by the sun and, as he’s nearly asleep, he hears a magpie s
Marcel is a strange guy. He loves chocolate like all other children, but when he sees a bell tower he dreams of climbing on top of it and flying horseback to the moon.
Little bear asks his mom three stories, so she starts telling about a night keeper who sends the whole forest to sleep with her gong; about a little girl with a sword who got lost, and about Bo who
Gatto Felice lives in the city, in a very comfortable flat. On a summer night he decides to go visiting his family around the world.
It’s dawn. A strange, uncommon silence embraces everything: “It snowed last night!”. The city has transformed. Even the most familiar of things have become new and mysterious.
A timeless love ties the lizard to the stone. She loves the sun; he loves quietness. He’s warm; she’s steady. She loves silence and she’s very fast. He is silent and still.
You can read nature as if it were a tale. Verbs like to blossom, to sprout, to grow, to fruit, to wither, pace the story.
In all big cities, at dawn, millions of people wake up, have breakfast and get ready for work. The crocodile hero of this book is no exception. We follow him in his household stuff and outside.
It’s nighttime, mom and dad are gone. A little girl is at home, alone with her cat, and she can hear a storm coming. Her room is pitch dark.
