La masca Micilina
On a cold autumn evening, a baby is born in a village. He is as tiny as a bean, with wrinkled skin and a voice like a kitten's.
On a cold autumn evening, a baby is born in a village. He is as tiny as a bean, with wrinkled skin and a voice like a kitten's.
Life is first and foremost transformation. In the rivers, there wouldn’t be freshwater fish, if they weren’t able to change the salinity of their bodies.
E poi c’è la terra is a small picture book with a great text that reflects on many things: on the divisions, the individual and collective responsibilities, on the uniqueness, on the diver
Antonella Abbatiello, maestra di forme e colori, torna con un piccolo libro che continua la serie, aperta da Facce e proseguita con Nel giardino, dedicata a piccolissimi lettori.
The others. A crowd of unknown faces. They do exactly what we do, but they do it in their own special way. They might come from distant places, be oddly dressed.
Mr Fermo Sicurini has the task of filing all citizens of the Land of Labels into lists, and issuing certificates to prove their existence.
Jalâl âlDîn Rûmî, is a great Persian mystic poet of the 13th century.
Oh, yes, those five are real freaks: one is all pierced; the second is folded in two, like a letter ready to be mailed; the third is a boneless creature, always half asleep; another one is upside d