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Sistine Chapel 3D

Take a look if you're never been in Rome!!

Ringraziamo i musei vaticani per questa splendida ricostruzione 3D:

Sistine Chapel in 3D

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Stanley Kubrick • Photographs on display at the Palazzo della Ragione

After Gastel and Steve McCurry, Palazzo della Ragione offers us another wonderful show, in my opinion one of the few around Milan noteworthy. Well maintained and well lit as usual. These great Impressionist paintings attached to the walls with a contrasting black and white in a spectacular way, really exciting.

I do not want to reveal anything more, so, go and see her in person and then we'll talk.

Stanley Kubrick - Photography 1945 • 1950

Any shot made secretly to my favorite photos of the exhibition.

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Doglie

For all the times I let myself be. To the smiles and judgments ever kept inside. For the tears, the laughter, the screams. To the love that has always linked, so 'different way' the same. For my being "holy" and your not. For our stars tattooed. For those chasms that no longer swallow '. For my hand that held your forehead. For women that being "too much". For our red. For discounts and gifts. For all the courage to live forever. For my "not worth more 'punishment' for your" always worth it. " For that being, anyway. For those who will not understand 'ever. As for not wanting to know exactly where you end and I begin. For this labor that I live with you. I'm waiting for your child and feeling like a little 'me too. And the e '.
All this and much more.
I love you friend, sister, lover, soul. Always

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not you save

not remain motionless on the roadside
not freeze the joy
not love does not save you now reluctantly


not and never will save
not you fill quietly
not only a world reserve
quiet corner
not to drop his eyelids heavy as
reviews

not run out of lips do not fall asleep without sleeping
not think of bloodless
not judge timeless


spite of everything, but if you can not help

and freeze the joy

reluctantly and with love and save you now
and fills you with calm and reserve of the world

only a quiet corner
and dropped his eyelids heavy as

reviews and you wipe your lips without

and you fall asleep without sleep and you think you judge and bloodless

timeless and remains motionless on the roadside

and save you time


not stay with me

Mario Benedetti Every so often I forget to me. Poetry helps to remember. Experience helps to have memories.

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Meanwhile ...

From "The timidity of the roses" Serdar Ozkan (the book is not 'so great' but the quote is worth):

Imagine a mountain ... From the top the view is amazing. Would you like to be there, but the top seems so far that you lose the hope of achieving it. Give up saying: "We'll never get." The truth is that the steps of those who have not reached the top was longer than yours. But they just kept putting one foot before the other. Are no miracles to make the impossible happen, but perseverance. It 's so that water consumes the stone.



All around us speaks to us, if and only if it predisposes the ear to listen.
I left everything I had "accumulated" and I went into the unknown. I
done little calmly but with the opportunity to try to answer a question that Serena was also the time to me, a view that the answer to certain questions is already contained in the search.
On this trip, put this in practice and not just metaphorically on the way, I grew up. And I was afraid. But also courage. Much.

I could do 'I can choose how to feel and swing on a trapeze without a quick look, but immersing myself into the void. But I can 'choose to feel good where I am.
to smile in these distances, "falling in love of absence."
can be observed, amaze me, take care of those around me and myself.
And in this case the process puts a hand.
After changing perspective also changes things and people that make you feel good, that come into your life unexpectedly, without knocking, pierce with a glance or coming quietly on tiptoe.
And thank you to take my head and take it elsewhere, nourishing. Why
'reflected in a pair of eyes can be wonderful, but what good can be the mirror, you go back what you give.
And as I was saying the other day: "Life is what you see inside, you sense that the returns from. And 'a mirror


And in the meantime other people in a whisper loudly or move away.


Ultimately, happiness is not something you're watering as a blessing, but maybe he's just in the act of watering everything around you with your love for existence.

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Where The Wild Roses Grow




One of the most ispirational video for me.

I love it with all my heart. I love the colours, the atmosphere, the song, the music, her hair, their voices, the story...

"On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, ' All beauty must die '
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth"

Ophelia, John Everett Millais

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a day of ordinary madness.

[ Massive Attack • Pray for rain ]

Milan at Easter is empty. It's a little 'as the Milan of August, only with the rain.

But I must have some sort of special appeal for people crazy.

In fact, despite the desolation of the city, but today I managed to meet the beauty of four crazy around the city.

Way. I walk on the cobblestones of Corso Vittorio Emanuele. I smell the wet air and listening. Some speak on his own-very-frequent here, the singer, who try to sell me an umbrella, although I have huge cap and scarf on his head, who evidently crunches chestnuts out of season ... Then there is her number one the crazy, the Chinese chick stuck with a languid-eyed girl of only six, maybe seven years. "Please give us something, we're hungry, you see my baby?"

And you I can not imagine how hungry I am, that it was heading straight towards my handsome little body Luini in the throes of a huge rumbling stomach.

"I'm sorry, I'm hungry too, you know? So, money or give them to her, or I eat. "It is not evil eh!

But they did not want to surrender, I swear, he tried to follow me. So I left the bag holding me tight.

What then are these things I greatly on the balls, but that's another story ...

By Zara, a full stomach. Top floor. Three steps holding a dress and new boots. Camerino test. No, do not go well. Change size.

Esco all completely out of order, at the moment with her hair tied back in a sort of tuft broken, of course.

And here's the crazy number two . "But you saw how beautiful that girl? That one, "Do not stay mica talking about me? It is technically impossible, it is indecent. I turn and look. The pretty-well-done speaks loudly with his girlfriend committed: just me, because there was just me there.

"Then that black makeup under her eyes is very nice ... I like a casino, "not content continues undaunted, always a very loud voice, until I'm gone. I go down to pay and he stares at me. And I'm so restless. Submitted at least, to this point.

Esco Zara, rather shocked, and still raining. I rinfilo again the cap on his head and the neck scarf.

I climb on the train, the famous twenty-three. I support my stuff and throw a huge sigh of relief: in less than twenty minutes I'll be home.

... or maybe not.

"ehhh CIRO, DO NOT YOU READ THEM THOSE THAT FUCK PORNO Newspaper ..." He stops and stares at me. It must be the driver of the tram that is close to the side: the fool number three. "Cyrus had to tell me that there was such a bbbbella Miss, I do not want to scandalize mica. With women, it takes good manners, "I smiled proudly and I smile back, but of circumstance. I move a bit 'intimidated deeper. Time number three seconds ...

"But then, how many times do I have to repeat?"

But he had just said that we wanted good manners?

"But how do you do with your wife? We read all these fucking porn comics? Ehhh ... Ciro raccontacela by all! No, no, no, do not hide under there! "Winks, laughs and screams like a madman, like a man in southern Italy that is. Then he starts to leave, obviously you have to march on the other hand is still working ... But it is not over yet. Go back, looks and stares at me. "Miss Happy Easter! Hello, hello, I hope to see you again soon! "At least it's nice ... I smile again, more and circumstance, waving back. And he goes around happy. Apparently not take much to make people happy.

And finally we go.

time, two minutes and a tram stop.

Sale a lord, the fool is number four. He looks around confused, then sits in front. But it does not seem too convinced and in fact stands up, wandering. Maybe look for companionship and, as it turned, it is to sit next to me.

"knows, did not say the number but in the end, poof, came out of nowhere ... "Yeah, he is talking to me. I smile to him, now out of habit, despite not having understood anything about his ramblings.

"always do so now, it's weird. Anyway, here is certainly less cold, is not it? "Less cool thing, where, why? But what have I done wrong in life? I can not get home alright?

"It is absurd because we write SUP 30 min, and then comes ..." Ahhh, now I understand, talking about the tram. Eccheccavolo, this is changed from speech to speech as sorting socks in the same market baskets.

I do not say anything and he continues. He tells me a lot of things, his daughter who is finishing college, he did some shopping, etc. ... And in all this, I simply smile. I do not answer, not even once, I swear.

"Bus stop: Piazza Carlo Erba.

hell broke loose! Home at last.

nod for the last time and get out quickly, waving a sign with the gentleman. I really can not comprehend, should the city to create these 'things'. There are too many examples here.

But oh well ... One hundred and fifty feet and five floors of stairs after I'm finally at home.

I slouched on the couch and decides to tell everything. That perhaps there fregherà nothing, but to me it seemed too absurd to not write it.

Happy Easter, lots of rain and a happy new year!

Oops, that's not happening now, right?

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Parisian perfume.

(Sunday, February 28, 2010, 12:03)

[Listening to: The Bolero by Ravel]

There are two men here in Milan that 'appear' very rarely on Sunday morning. and play.
playing saxophone and clarinet. They bring joy and they are good, very good at their job. I do not know who they are or where they come from: Maybe he just bums. The throwing money out the window and thank them, almost mechanically.
recall Paris Montmartre , Impressionism and nineteenth centuries. They smile in your face are awesome.

pity, however, are not suitable for Milan: people here does not dream .
People here earn .


It's been over a month since I wrote this note.

Since then they have not returned ...