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“We have had no good comic operas of late, because the real world has been more comic than any possible opera.” – Illustrated London News, Jan. 17, 1931 G. K. Chesterton

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"I am the last monarch of the old world. As Emperor, it is my duty to protect my peoples from their politicians" -Franz Joseph, Emperor of Austria-Hungary

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In Which I think of the book project and brainstorm briefly on it!

Hello, my friend, reader of this present post! I am happy to see you once again. It is great to be here. How are you? Hopefully the week went fine? As for me, I am okay, I'd say. The birthday week, so to speak, was relatively uneventful, except for some bursts of anxiety at the evening of day 12, precisely at the day of celebration. Family time can be a challenge...  I often think if my book idea would go anywhere... I wanted to write my thoughts on urban planning and architecture, and yet I imagine any path I take, will likely be faced wirh cruel scrutiny, and the only variable will be what will the lane they will pick, if any. Firstly, I did read the great book by Mrs. Jacobs on the death and life of great American cities, and wanted to emulate it. I thought on a research, then I thought it would be better to write from my life experience instead.. perhaps I should do a life experience writing, with researches if proven necessary? The fact is I am gloomy about brazilian cities an...
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The Adventures of Mr. D'Onofrio and his suitcase with 700 socks! Chapter 6

Zachary D’onofrio, or to be more formal, Mr. D’onofrio, was quite a figure, always caught the attention of people with his fancy outfit. Now somewhat distant from his hometown, the pain of saying bye to his parents for a time he didn’t know how long still was alive inside of him, as it was never really going to die. He remembered, however, his mission, and he focused on the fact that he was not going to suffer ever again, those tears were just a slip, he was back on track now, on his way to the land of socks. 

On the road he was, the weather was pleasant, the wind was blowing softly, the grass around the paved road was with a good appearance. When he ever felt lonely, if ever, he had his socks to talk to. No city in sight, he was already on his way. Resilient as he was, he was not going to stop at any city, he was on his way to the land of socks. 

He looked at the map, there was a forest on his way, where the road poorly paved it would be, and unknown dangers were waiting for him. But he needed to cross it for the land of socks, and he was going to do precisely that.

He had his tophat in his head and his yellow suitcase in his hand, and he was going in the path, no one in sight, not even animals he could see. The last town was far away and the grass, even if beautiful, was wild and useless to man. Probably the only creatures there were ants, feasting in the grass and taking them to their queen in the underground, but Zach couldn’t mind the ants, even though he was aware of the landscape, he was walking determined to see his sock land. He mind focused it was and his shoes were resistant. He was not tired, not a single drop of sweat was in his forehead.

A day passed, and a night too, and he was walking, his clothes were clean, the road was comfortable, no animals or humans in sight, he was walking, quiet, determined, managed, not even having his parents on his thoughts anymore. They probably were there still, but Zach was determined, he wanted to see the sock land, and to pay tribute to his dear grandpa. And then, after walking already a good distance, already really far away from home, he reached the first trees, the forest was ahead of him.


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