An autobiography in three voices that alternate to retrace the big and the small stories tracing the natural paths of growth. Between the place of the duties, in the Northern Alps, where life revolves in the regular rhythms of home and the school, and the place of the pleasures, in the Apennines, halfway between Bologna and Florence, where the days stretch into the rhythms of the long holiday and the rural life of their grandparents. Roberto Piumini is an acclaimed Italian author and poet, whose works have been translated in French and German.

The glorious kingdom of Celeste One-hundred-twenty-third is on a cloud. It contains a beautiful castle, a village, and a happy people. It would, indeed, be a place of peace and celestial beauty if it had not been filled with things. Heavy things that might pierce the cloud and precipitate in village, castle, kings and subjects in the void. Is there a remedy to disaster? After carefully thinking of it, Celeste One-hundred-twentythird finds a solution: to throw away everything that is superfluous, all that exceeds the needs, all that is useless.

Once upon a time there was a story. The story lived in a book. The book belonged to a child. But the child was still not able to read. But he was very good at looking at pictures. So he already knew many things about: all interesting things. For example, there was a dog travelling in a green suitcase; a woman with a parrot on her head; and a cat was dancing on the front legs.

All couch potatoes in the animal kingdom: lovers of pajamas, plaid collectors, connaisseurs of the pillow, devotees of the slipper, experts of the mattress, artists of the bed sheet. This book will teach children to dream, snore, rest, relax, nap, fall asleep, be swayed, go sleepwalking. The rhyming handbook of bedtime in its many shades, the bible of hibernation, the Baedeker of the night: an indispensable book to explore the wild country of sleep. Ideal for late sleepers, insomniacs, dreamers, explorers of silence, afraid of the dark, and stars travelers.

Two boys meet. Two shepherds. They have a lot in common: they walk barefoot, live in a hovel, have brothers. But one of them is strange, mysterious, elusive and sweet. In a word, he is different. He’s always by himself. He talks like no other does. He says things that go against everything adults think and say. The other boy is a little scared by him, but fascinated too, because that sad boy is always ready to stand by his side, to defend him, to help others.

In Italian it will be named PIPPO: PIccola Pinacoteca POrtatile; freely translated as SPAG, Small Portable Art Gallery. It is a new collection of activity books to play with art, to learn to observe what’s inside paintings, to think about how and why the painters imagine, draw, represent things, people , animals, plants, cities, landscapes... And to create yur own personal collection of pictures to hang or to give, having fun painting, composing, decomposing cutting, pasting in complete freedom and without fear, the great masterpieces of all times.

In Italian it will be named PIPPO: PIccola Pinacoteca POrtatile; freely translated as SPAG, Small Portable Art Gallery. It is a new collection of activity books to play with art, to learn to observe what’s inside paintings, to think about how and why the painters imagine, draw, represent things, people , animals, plants, cities, landscapes... And to create yur own personal collection of pictures to hang or to give, having fun painting, composing, decomposing cutting, pasting in complete freedom and without fear, the great masterpieces of all times.

A classic by a great American graphic designer and illustrator, who revolutionized the image and style of Italian publishing in the 1970s: John Alcorn. A small book aimed at children: a hymn of love for books and reading, words, literature: the intelligence that espresses the best of what man is and can do since ten thousand years ago. A gem of irresistible beauty - for its design, illustrations and spirit - that challenges the pervasive dominance of the new technologies and reaffirms the charm without equal of the books.

In a village hugged by a river, in an outlandish house, there lived an old woman. Every day she took a lot of trouble to cook many delicious dishes, and then in the evening, sitting at the window on her rocking chair, she enjoyed the sight of the fog rising slowly from the river and swallowing everything. But one day, an unexpected guest knocked at her door: It was a Dark Shadow who want to take the old woman away. No way: the old lady had to prepare some superfine Christmas cakes. No one can make it as tasty as she does. So the Shadow will have to wait.