"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Intervistare me? Perché?


Bontà loro, mi hanno invitato per un’intervista qui riguardo a questa vecchia cosa.

So che non sembra, ma sul seguito sto davvero lavorando. Ma, sapete com’è, ce n’è sempre una…

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Werewolves Wednesday: The Wolf-Leader (16)

A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XVI: My Lady’s Lady Thibault was delighted at seeing what had happened to the young Baron, whose hand, anything but light, had so shortly before made use of his whip on Thibault’s shoulders, which still smarted with the blow.

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architecture, engineering and construction

Ornaments in Transit: Tracing Milan’s Art Deco Echoes

Do you remember last month, when we took a stroll through Milan in the wake of Casorati’s new exhibition at Palazzo Reale? I would be amiss if I didn’t follow up with another walk inspired by another, great show, closing this month, so here we

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4 Comments
  • brianzolitudine
    Posted at 15:51h, 28 January Reply

    il link non mi si apre. Di che si tratta?

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 16:06h, 28 January Reply

    Uno è un forum dedicato al videogioco Neverwinter Nights. L’altro è un piccolo gioco che avevo creato con gli strumenti del videogioco di cui sopra.

  • dreca
    Posted at 18:39h, 28 January Reply

    crei videogiochi quindi?! interessante, tienimi informata sugli sviluppi ;-)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 22:02h, 28 January Reply

    No, non creo videogiochi perché sono incapace nella programmazione, ma ammetto che mi piacerebbe occuparmi della grafica (ma anche della trama, perché no?).

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