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Percorsi stilistici di Isabella Santacroce. Luigi Matt. Loading Preview. Sorry, preview is currently unavailable. You can download the paper by clicking the button. Title: Isabella Santacroce Vm 18 PDF, Author: giusilorra, Name: Isabella Santacroce Vm 18 PDF, Length: 3 pages, Page: 1, Published. Isabella Santacroce (born April 30, in Riccione) is an Italian novelist. Isabella Santacroce . Create a book · Download as PDF · Printable version.
Isabella Santacroce Editore: Janet's mood soured as she considered that her daughter had grown up in a world which stank to high heaven. Canzoni maledette , a collection of her translations of the most representative texts and songs regarding the rock band Nirvana and Hole. They both knew the ray had mistaken the moist paint for something edible, and would be lying maw-up on the ground by tomorrow morning, after which the Army would probably find it and eat it. Then it loomed on, its shadow spilling straight towards Kif Kif and Janet.
In she published for Mondadori Lovers. The theme of this book is Love in its various forms: Love of family, love between man and woman, Homosexual love, and unrequited love which inexorably leads to death. The language adopted in the book tries to get as close as possible to writing made of sounds, named by the author a writing for pure feeling. In started her collaboration with the Italian singer Gianna Nannini , which produced the album Aria in , the cartoon Momo alla conquista del tempo , where the writer collaborated for texts.
In January Revolver , dedicated to Andrea Vecchiato , was published, an intense and violent romance, in which the writer talks about the history of a love not returned between the protagonist Angelica and a thirteen-year-old boy. In this book and in the next one Zoo published in February , Santacroce tries to make the obscures zones of existence come outside into the light, she tells what we usually try to hide.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Retrieved from " https: Hidden categories: The million sea creatures moved noiselessly. Schools of barracuda swept without warning in and out of broken windows. Starfish wriggled on the bonnets of rusty cars. Octopi cartwheeled in slow motion through the air their tentacles touching briefly on the tips of barbed-wire fences and the tops of awnings.
Even the open-mouthed shriek of a shark attacking would be obscenely silent, so there was actually no point in keeping your ears cocked, though you always did.
At a cautious trot Janet and Kif Kif put a zig-zag of streets between them and their house, to confuse any Army members who might spot them. One day, of course, the Army might stop being nomadic, and concentrate on each occupied house they chanced to find, taking advantage of every occasion when it was left unoccupied, until at last its inhabitants had been killed by what they preferred to call the Holy Reclamation Of Nature.
Then again, it was also possible that one day the Army would amend its religion to permit its devotees to do the killing themselves, rather than waiting for the Holy Reclamation Of Nature to do it.
Far enough now,' said Janet, her breath clouding the dry, grey air. Kif Kif threw the plastic bag of dead wrasse into the gutteer where it burst open on the sharp edge of a broken wheelchair.
A large eel floated out of a sewer-hole and slid through the air towards the spillage. Small fish of all colours and shapes cluttered the air around them, frightened out of their foraging places by the commotion. Carp nibbled at the plankton nestled inside an exposed auto-mobile engine.
Barracuda circled a small dolphin which had become tangled in a shop awning and starved to death there. A manta ray of moderate size floated over their ducked heads and settled against the wall of a factory.
Janet repeated the slogan to her daughter on request. They both knew the ray had mistaken the moist paint for something edible, and would be lying maw-up on the ground by tomorrow morning, after which the Army would probably find it and eat it. Since the Church of Armageddon had no equivalent of the underground Soup Kitchen which kept Janet, Kif Kif and the other unbelievers alive with salvaged tinned goods, it subsisted by fishing; Army nets could be seen occasionally, spanned between buildings in intricate layers.
It was rumoured that the Army didn't actually eat any of the tinned and packaged food they carried off from the houses they broke into. It seemed they merely confiscated it, to deprive Unbelievers of any unfair advantage.
In the same way that they liked to crack the shell of an Unbeliever's house, to let the vengeance of Nature swim in, they liked to make food disappear to signal that God was no longer pre-pared to provide. At least not to human beings; there was plenty to eat, of course, for everything that swam.
Accepting the divine wrath with bizarre enthusiasm, the Army were definitely on the side of the fish. There was hardly a public building in the city that was not marked with their commonest graffito: An acrid breeze started up, smelling of large, half-eaten fish. Janet's nose wrinkled with distaste. She reached out for Kif Kif and gathered her in as she walked. Kif Kif didn't seem to have noticed the smell.
Janet's mood soured as she considered that her daughter had grown up in a world which stank to high heaven. Kif Kif had never smelled air untainted by decay.
She'd never seen a growing fruit or a flower as every form of vegetation was immediately eaten by the fish before it even came to bud. She lived shut up in an unheated, poorly lit prison, trembling and twitching with nightrnares every night.
Even now as they walked along the deserted street, any of a hundred broken windows might suddenly spew out a deadly streak of grey, and then what could you do? Janet had heard from other Survivors what it was like to just stand there while a huge shark, its jaws locked open, glided through the air towards the smallest prey. The Army certainly wasn't wrong in thinking the world was no longer intended for hurnan beings. Horrified, Janet watched a blue-black killer whale emerging from the low grey clouds, followed by another whale, and another and another.
They hung huge in the sky like black zeppelins, and the air seemed to grow claustrophobically dense with their displacement of it. Janet would have sunk to her knees but for the grip she had on Kif Kif's shoulders. At her back there was nowhere to hide, only more crumbling streets, more fragile, half-broken buildings; a mile of ground a whale could cover in less than a minute, and, beyond that, the empty sea. The killer whales began to move, towards Janet and Kif Kif's part of the city.
Their tails swept the air lazily. They kept together. They were attacking.
Not far from the street where Janet and Kif Kif stood, there towered an old building which had survived intact, marble statues and all. The foremost whale wove through skeletal office blocks with a grace that belied its massive size, and passed very close to this old building, almost clipping it with its aeroplane wing of a tail. Then it loomed on, its shadow spilling straight towards Kif Kif and Janet.
By the time it reached where they stood it was swimming about thirty metres above the ground, the motion of its tail blowing their hair all around their faces. Directly overhead, blotting out the sun with its monstrous bulk, it opened its mouth. A thousand needle-sharp teeth swung down like the hatch of an aeroplane.
Water clattered on the asphalt: Janet screamed. But the whale glided over them altogether its great shadow smothering them as it passed. It's coming back!