What if I put them into the TMA universe , making then more miserabile than before?
And what if I also drag Marcovaldo in here?
Mattia > Lonely
Vitangelo > Spiral
Marta > Corruption
Marcovaldo >Vast
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What if I put them into the TMA universe , making then more miserabile than before?
And what if I also drag Marcovaldo in here?
Mattia > Lonely
Vitangelo > Spiral
Marta > Corruption
Marcovaldo >Vast
Like this?
Italo Calvino, (1963), Marcovaldo oder Abenteuer eines einfachen Mannes in der Stadt nach dem Kalender erzählt, Translation by Julia Marianne Kirchner, Nino Erné, Oswalt von Nostiz, and Heinz Ried, S. Fischer Verlag, Frankfurt am Main, 1967 [Laboratorio Calvino, Sapienza Università di Roma, Roma]
Aspettando la neve a Bologna Marcovaldo ovvero le stagioni in città di Italo Calvino La città smarrita nella neve (inverno) #italocalvino #anniversario #marcovaldo #neve #snow #città #narrativa #city #illustration #snowcity #illustrazione #illustragram #illustrationart #statua #zigzag #inverno #winter #stagioni #season #illustrationoftheday #calvino #novelle #raccontiillustrati https://www.instagram.com/p/CnuknkzsD2-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
This drawing is not mine, just in case🙄🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗
Edit...(? Yep about My favorite couple!
That morning the silence woke him. Marcovaldo pulled himself out of bed with the sensation there was something strange in the air. He couldn’t figure out what time it was, the light between the slats of the blinds was different from all other hours of day and night. He opened the window: the city was gone, it had been replaced by a white sheet of paper. Narrowing his eyes, he could make out, in the whiteness, some almost-erased lines, which corresponded to those of the familiar view: the windows and the roofs and the lamp-posts all around, but they were lost under all the snow that had settled over them during the night. “Snow!” Marcovaldo cried to his wife; that is, he meant to cry, but his voice came out muffled. As it had fallen on lines and colors and views, the snow had fallen on noises or rather on the very possibility of making noise; sounds, in a padded space, did not vibrate.
Italo Calvino, “Marcovaldo, or The Seasons in the City“ (1963)
I mean, are we sure the town people or Marcovaldo didn't kill Alberto's Father?
For all my Luca lovers out there, this is the original Marcovaldo, a novel by Italo Calvino about the relationship a modern man has with the nature that manages to survive in the city.
Marcovaldo quickly became a beloved character in children's literature and I'm pretty sure almost every Italian kid read this novel either in primary or middle school. I did when I was 11 and I loved it!
Just a quick fun fact that non Italian fans may have missed!