Ortica Simpatica, The Mole
{I saved this little one from the dogs, she’s so fluffy and cute, but terrified so I put her back on her mole hole. 🕳️}
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Ortica Simpatica, The Mole
{I saved this little one from the dogs, she’s so fluffy and cute, but terrified so I put her back on her mole hole. 🕳️}
in talpe, persian kitchen
i step onto the smooth cement of the colonial villa that’s filled with the smell of the sea. the frothy stretch of water beckons from beyond the door. as i walk into the yard, and spot sampaafulhu and nadheemaadhi lounging in deckchairs beneath a large umbrella, i sense something begin to unravel. the moment i notice it, the effect magnifies - a complete decompressing of the soul.
i put my fingers over sampa’s eyes.
‘about time’ she says with what i think is a smidge of excitement.
‘hello!’ beams nadheemaadhi, ever effervescent.
‘man,’ i say plopping down on the chair besides sampa, who grunts and makes room for me.
the view is unbroken, a grey-blue sea stretching right up to the horizon beyond a bar of golden sand, so different from our bleached coral beaches. above, layers of puffy clouds, white and still against the brightest blue. a wave rolls in, crashing in a sigh of delicious white noise.
‘isn’t it something?’ says nadheemaadhi.
‘we’re in the promised land,’ i say.
‘we’re in ahangama,’ says sampa. ‘it’s enough for us mortals.’
that afternoon, with the clouds still glowing orange, we go to a restaurant by the sea: persian kitchen.
a shaggy brown spaniel comes up to us and wags its tail. i almost pet it on its silky head and then remember i am muslim.
we order kebabs and a seafood platter.
beyond us is the sea, gentler now, and lit by the dipping sun. the clouds burn.
‘there’s this feeling you get when you sense something become memory,’ i tell sampaafulhu. ‘it’s like you’re experiencing something but also remembering it. you’re experiencing something that’s already happened.’
‘de ja vu?’ asks nadheemadhi.
‘you lost me at memory,’ says sampaafulhu.
the food arrives and so does the dog who sits by one end of the table trying to lock eyes with us, those sad spaniel eyes.
‘my god, these prawns,’ says sampaafulhu.
‘the kebab is amazing, too,’ i tell her. ‘here, try some.’ i put some meat on her plate
‘aren’t you glad you came?’ asks nadheemadhi.
‘i am i am,’ i say. she has to have a hundred reassurances, this woman. i chew on the remaining meat of my kebab. it is rich, lamby, minty.
Il quadro che si allargava davanti a loro era da voltastomaco; per qualsiasi essere normale sarebbe stato impossibile vivere là sotto, e per alcuni ragazzi passarono attimi accompagnati da leggeri conati. Il tanfo che arrivava da quel buio color petrolio poteva fare perdere i sensi al peggior animale e, per continuare la corsa, ogni centauro si coprì bocca e naso con la maglietta. A metà del ponte si presentò davanti a loro qualcosa di incredibile, una strana costruzione riflessa dai fari delle moto. A prima vista sembrava un muro fatto di gomma, ma poi, quando la distanza si assottigliò, tutti capirono: erano teste. «Ma che diavolo…» Brigo non finì la frase. Sembrò che cento uomini, o quello che assomigliava a un gruppo di uomini, li guardassero, mettendo in risalto le facce senza occhi con la bocca allungata e le orecchie affusolate. Erano le Talpe. Come circensi formavano un muro alto almeno cinque metri che bloccava l’intero passaggio. Ogni centimetro era chiuso in maniera perfetta. Gli strani esseri, privi della vista ma con sensi sviluppati all’inverosimile, dovevano avere sentito il loro arrivo da chilometri di distanza, preparando quel personale comitato di benvenuto. «Sparate, senza paura!» ordinò Rondal #estratto #estrattolibro #fantasybooks #orecchieaffusolate #talpe #esseri #creature #creaturesenzaocchi #circensi #battaglia #superareiproprilimiti #mitragliatore #mutanti #buio #ombra #imperatore #mondi #versioneintegrale #provadasuperare #tuttodaleggere #unlibroallasettimana #leggerepercrescere #leggerepervivere #leggereperviaggiare https://www.instagram.com/p/CeDhI99AMRe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Una delle problematiche più comuni di chi si sforza e si impegna per mantenere il proprio orticello o il proprio giardino ordinato e pulito è proprio quella talpe. Perchè?Le talpe europee sono animaletti dal pelo scuro, morbido e dalle piccole dimensioni che le rendono molto simili ai comuni topi di campagna. Per molte persone sono animaletti graziosi e simpatici tuttavia il loro hobby non sempre…
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