Il Bloomsday del San Patrizio Livorno Festival celebra James Joyce in modo unico: letture all’aperto, dialetti locali e luoghi reali che rispecchiano la Dublino di Ulisse. Ora vogliamo portare quello spirito in altre città. Vuoi creare il tuo Bloomsday? 📩 info@italish.eu

SPLF25: un grande successo! Pubblico da record. Tre location. Letteratura, musica. Debutto IIAIG. Concorso letterario Christopher Lawlor.

Anche quest'anno festeggiamo il compleanno di Samuel Beckett con una diretta streaming speciale, organizzata da SPLF (San Patrizio Livorno Festival) e ItalishMagazine con SamuelBeckett.it.

Il San Patrizio Livorno Festival #SPLF - SINCE 2018 - celebra la cultura irlandese con eventi e incontri, musica e letteratura, arte e approfondimenti, collaborazioni e sinergie tra i due Paesi.

Racconto inviato | Submitted story 13 Twisting Claddaghs   The group was making their way to the table and Nuala automatically saved her seat next to David. The only moment she thought to look back was when she saw that he had made his way to the other end of …

Racconto inviato | Submitted story 12 The Reader of Dún Laoghaire   Walking up the hill on a fine spring day. On my right a famous Tower, on the left my family facing the sea towards Howth. I looked around the beautiful view, the Irish Sea so blue, astonished at …

Racconto inviato | Submitted story 11 Ireland Makes Love Blossom   Richard pulled his coat tighter against the chill of Dublin’s winter air. He hadn’t planned to visit Ireland, but a layover on his way back to New York had left him with a full day to explore the city. …

Racconto inviato | Submitted story 10 The Brown Parcel It was one of those damp, Belfast evenings where the rain didn’t fall but merely hung in the air, soaking everything in an ashed mist. McGurk’s pub has ever been there. Its low ceiling clouded with smoke and voices rising in …

Racconto inviato | Submitted story 9 The Siren’s call   The O’Connor family stood at the dock, watching the Sundancer sway gently against the waves of the Irish coast. The weather was perfect, clear skies, a soft breeze, but something in the air felt off. An unsettling weight, like the …

Racconto inviato | Submitted story 8 THE WHISPER OF THE PÙCA In the rolling hills of County Clare, where mists clung to the land and shadows stretched too long, Aisling O’Malley walked quickly along a dirt path. The last light of the day faded into the horizon, leaving the world …