"When evening falls on the fountains my village is of a lost color. I am far away, I remember its frogs, the moon, the sad chirping of the crickets."
Exploring the poetic geography of Pasolini
"When evening falls on the fountains my village is of a lost color. I am far away, I remember its frogs, the moon, the sad chirping of the crickets."
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Found 18 Poetic Places in Casarsa and surroundings.
