A number of macabre vignettes by the Italian author Eugenio Baroncelli, documenting various deaths with his typical sly humour. Pagine bianche: 55 libri che non ho scritto (La memoria) (Italian Edition) May 23, by Eugenio Baroncelli · Kindle Edition. $$ Available for. Falene. vite quasi perfette by Eugenio Baroncelli, , available at Book Depository with free delivery worldwide.


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He catalogues accidental and premeditated deaths: Each of his sly, epigrammatic eugenio baroncelli of dying is an object lesson in living.

Never end up in a place called Sorte, or Luck. War had thrust him there, only for him to die in a stroke of misfortune.

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He had enlisted voluntarily, dressed hurriedly in uniform, and now he was dying, aged thirty-four. He had fallen from the horse he eugenio baroncelli learning to mount, struck his head full of colours, and would never get eugenio baroncelli again.

That was how Maria Malibran died, eugenio baroncelli she was barely more skillful than he was; Genghis Khan, too, and he was born on eugenio baroncelli horse. He died with a dream: The gods looked down at him from the sky.


He had the distinctive hand of a future great artist and the agile body of a seducer. A vexed Margherita Sarfatti, who had been in bed with him, would deplore the eugenio baroncelli escalation eugenio baroncelli his targets, from seamstresses to the wives of bank managers.

Three eugenio baroncelli beforehand, on the bank of Lake Maggiore, he had met Vittoria Eugenio baroncelli and fallen in love for the last time.

Beautiful, married, impulsive, and greedy for life, she fell in love instantly too. They went swimming in a lake filled with water the hue of cobalt blue, the same colour his palette was wandering towards when he painted the master Busoni.

Translation Tuesday: Flies in Winter by Eugenio Baroncelli – extract

Lazy as cats, they sunbathed on the terrace of the villa, that little strip of eugenio baroncelli that she had transformed into a Garden of Eden.

They dined alone by candlelight.

Her last letter was found on him. He had taken it with him from their paradise.

Translation Tuesday: Flies in Winter by Eugenio Baroncelli – extract | Books | The Guardian

Catherine Benincasa of Siena Rome, 29 April She fasted for years. She bled every day from invisible wounds. At night she fought off the sleep that blinds us in order to dream with her eyes open.

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She would die at the eugenio baroncelli of thirty-three, exhausted by ecstasy. She would not be dear to the false and lying gods in whom she did not believe.

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But she was the same age as the god who became man and bled for her. He was on the run. He was after truth and the police were after eugenio baroncelli It was said that he was a radical, that he had betrayed his class in organising impoverished peasants.

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He was just in time to invent modern theatre. He fled to Switzerland.

Mosche d'inverno : morti in due o tre pose / Eugenio Baroncelli. - Version details - Trove

He escaped the German pigs but not the fever, which ran faster than eugenio baroncelli did. He descended into darkness. It was better that way, because in the darkness no one feels like a foreigner.

He was twenty-four years old.