Il sasso più bello
Once upon a time there was a swampy place where people spent an immutable and dull everyday life. Rocks didn’t bounce on the water surface and children would die out of boredom.
Libri scritti e disegnati per aprire finestre su significati nascosti, creare nessi imprevisti fra cose e persone, illuminare dimensioni segrete del quotidiano invisibili ai nostri occhi.
Once upon a time there was a swampy place where people spent an immutable and dull everyday life. Rocks didn’t bounce on the water surface and children would die out of boredom.
In how many ways can you inhabit a house? At least in thirty-nine different ways, as these short stories show. Their author is María José Ferrada, acclaimed poet and story teller.
As far as we know, humans are the only beings on earth to question whom and why they are, about the world, and the things around them.
We know little about M besides his initial: that he's no longer a child, he's at the beach and he's wishing to be like the sea, he's got blue eyes, sometimes he's sad, sometimes he tries to scream
Once upon a time there was a man who worked so hard and relentlessly that he had left his soul somewhere behind him.
A huge, purple-golden cloud lifts above the sea. What is it? It’s the dust falling off the butterflies wings after a terrible trial has stated they must give it away in the name of profit.
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.