















Altre credenze, altre trippe. Qui abbiamo i rifugiati, i superstiti, la casa di riposo. Ciò che resta di ampi, dispersi, frantumati servizi. Di piatti, di bicchieri. Schieramenti di bottiglie, in ricordo di quando ogni convitato aveva davanti la sua.
2 commenti:
sempre affascinanti le vecchie credenze: scrigni che celano, tra le buie ante, o espongono, attraverso i vetri molati, ricordi e testimonianze del buon gusto di chi ci ha preceduti.
mi farei ragno per passeggiare entro le credenze.
Posta un commento