"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."
Che carine, grazie…
lavorare mai, eh?
*__^
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A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XIX: The Dead and the Living At the same moment that the trembling soul of the young Baron passed away, Thibault, awaking as if from an agitated sleep full of terrible dreams, sat up in his bed. He
Introduction: Stories We Tell About Data Before we ever store, query, or analyze it, we tell stories about data. Not with words, necessarily, but with structures. With paths, branches, and webs. With ontologies and classification systems. With expeditions and search parties. Data — raw, abstract,
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4 Comments
LittlePot
Posted at 13:17h, 12 JanuaryCiao! Grazie per essere passata dalle mie pagine… in realtà se odio le seppie ripiene è solo perchè una volta, ero piccola, ho avuto la febbre a 40° (l’unica volta) e a pranzo mangiai seppie ripiene per poter avere lo “stomaco pieno” per prendere i medicinali… bè l’effetto non è stato granchè entusiasmante :-) per cui ora il solo odore delle seppie ripiene mi fa morire. Però adoro il pesce, ecco.
Baci
Shelidon
Posted at 13:26h, 12 JanuaryIn effetti seppie ripiene può non essere il cibo adatto se si è indisposti ;-)
Nevskji
Posted at 14:01h, 13 JanuaryMeglio sempre l’impepata di cozze.
Shelidon
Posted at 14:05h, 13 JanuaryUn toccasana per tutte le stagioni, direi.