"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."

L’età della donna


…e dall’anno prossimo si comincia a mentire sull’età.

Spooktober

Spooktober 27 – The Black Monk (2)

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Spooktober

Spooktober 26 – The Black Monk (1)

Anton Chekhov (1860–1904) was a Russian physician, short-story writer and playwright, and I’m not particularly fond of him, though he’s widely regarded as one of the greatest masters of modern short fiction and who am I to argue? His work is celebrated for its psychological

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Beauty and Ugliness: an exhibition

A few pictures from the recently closed exhibition on Beauty and Ugliness as an aesthetic paradigma in which what’s ideal and what’s grotesque melt together as sides of the same coin. The exhibition featured works by Brueghel (lent from the other exhibition at Palazzo Reale),

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4 Comments
  • HowlingWolf
    Posted at 09:47h, 04 February Reply

    Non è mentire quello, è assecondare la natura femminile dichiarando un’interpretazione personale della realtà!

    …auguri (se ho capito bene)!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 10:01h, 04 February Reply

    Grazie! *__^

  • ragnorosso
    Posted at 00:10h, 05 February Reply

    auguri, eh

    ps: ti ho mandato una email all’indirizzo @Iol.it

  • Njord
    Posted at 08:42h, 06 February Reply

    ma la donna non ha età…o almeno così ho sentito dire…

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