Holidays
Livet, Marisa This book contains a messy series of stories, which are joined together by a very thin thread, that I leave the readers to guess, if they want to glimpse it.
There is no temporal unity, there are no autobiographical criteria in common to all the stories, although there are, in some cases, more or less obvious clues.
I like nonsense, it wakes up brain cells.
Fantasy is a necessary ingredient of existence. It's a way of looking at life from th...