tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50749282009-11-08T14:11:36.761+01:00virtual moleskineRampertonoreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-20147382693241271452008-08-11T13:39:00.005+02:002008-08-11T13:44:20.032+02:00

Muumi forgot the track and continued slowly on his way, looking towards the light. Until at last he saw that it was an ordinary candle, thrust steadily upright in the snow. Around it stood a small sugar-loaf of a house, built of round snowballs. They looked transparent and slightly orange-yellow, like the shade of the night-lamp at home. On the other side of the lamp someone had dug herself a

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-63954975803205359582007-10-01T01:28:00.000+02:002007-10-01T01:40:22.107+02:00

"Libertà va cercando, ch'è sí cara,come sa chi per lei vita rifiuta."*-- Dante AlighieriPlease have a look at this: http://ko-htike.blogspot.com/ and take action.Per favore, firmate l'appello di Amnesty.*: "He seeketh Liberty, which is so dear, As knoweth he who life for her refuses".

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-6117999273842533542007-09-25T19:18:00.001+02:002007-09-25T19:33:03.902+02:00

I am still around. I just need some more time to understand what is going on around and inside me.In the meanwhile, there are always my photos, or some websites I find... interesting, basically for the CSS solutions implemented:- Studio Lodrini: Engineers!- Laura Lenti Restauri: Old Ceramics and Glasses.- Officine SOM: Shotgun ribs in Brescia- Limpe Seminars: A Medical Congress.Then... what else.

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Dànno la via meravigliati i boschinon usi a contemplar tanta bellezzal'ora natia di quei roveti foschidi scherzarle fra il crin prende vaghezza.Ma il venticel che vien dal mar de' Toschipiange mentre passando la carezza.Quasi fosse il sospir della Naturaantiveggente la di lei sciagura.Tutta questa meraviglia non ci fa, non ci si piglia!Tutta questa meraviglia che nell'aria tornaTanto dolce

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-85372229443680500252007-05-03T13:36:00.000+02:002007-05-03T13:45:27.846+02:00

Low speed, but ahead.

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The Morning after Wo - 'Tis frequently the Way - Surpasses all that rose before -For utter Jubilee -As Nature did not care - And piled her Blossoms on -And further to parade a JoyHer Victim stared upon -The Birds declaim their Tunes - Pronouncing every wordLike Hammers - Did they know they fellLike Litanies of Lead - On here and there - a creature -They'd modify the GleeTo fit some Crucifixal

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-65885177847491793932007-04-30T01:25:00.000+02:002007-04-30T02:25:06.698+02:00

It seems I cannot take good photos anymore. And no, I don't care if others like them. I know what I'm saying, it's me and my personal satisfaction. I take hundreds of shots, but none of them satisfies me. Photography was a good way to express myself, to say what I wanted to say. Not great photos of course, but they were enough for me.At first I thought it was something related to the equipment:

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Shinrin-yoku, bathing in the forest air.

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The website I visit whenever I feel there is no more beauty in the world.

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-43104861160367669852007-04-19T00:04:00.000+02:002007-04-19T00:14:34.174+02:00

A world ago.

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I just wanted to share a scene from one of my favourite old movies with Totò, "Totò, Peppino e la Malafemmena" (1956), by Camillo Mastrocinque. Antonio (Totò), Peppino (Peppino de Filippo) and Lucia (Vittoria Crispo) Caponi are three brothers who live in the country near Naples. Lucia's son, Gianni (Teddy Reno), goes to Naples to study medicine, but there he knows Marisa Florian (Dorian Gray), a

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-60184258501937511052007-03-27T20:24:00.000+02:002007-03-27T23:45:34.201+02:00

Thanks to Paulo, I am exploring the 20th Century through the illustrations of La Domenica del Corriere (1899-1989), perhaps the most collected magazine in Italy. Each cover presented an interesting story about weird, incredible and absurd facts and accidents. Not the most important ones, just the most amazing. In other words, a lot of Drama (welcome to Italy).I won't describe and review the

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-66572621036064404042007-03-22T22:42:00.000+01:002007-03-23T00:38:25.219+01:00

Just something to pass the time between two smiles.

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Deh, quando tu sarai tornato al mondoe riposato de la lunga via»,seguitò 'l terzo spirito al secondo, ricorditi di me, che son la Pia;Siena mi fe', disfecemi Maremma:salsi colui che 'nnanellata pria disposando m'avea con la sua gemma». I'm eager to listen to the new album of Gianna Nannini, "Pia, come la canto io", which will be released in April. It's a rock opera about Pia, one of the

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-28785876028424236022007-03-18T22:24:00.000+01:002007-04-28T18:13:07.392+02:00

I know, I know, I tell this in every single webpage I've ever had. But "Matkustaja" (the Traveller), by Egotrippi, is one of my favourite songs. Ever. It was played on the radio during my lonely travel in Finland in 2004, and when I came home I found out that the lyrics were perfect for my situation. Here's a rough translation from Finnish (I hope it's correct): At night, on a busa lonely, tired

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-64352493592668876172007-03-16T18:38:00.000+01:002007-03-16T18:56:41.787+01:00

I'm tired of this work, this town and this stupid Country. I'm tired and I'm in need of answers, especially in my private life.Oh, what a surprise.

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-89716927739643840542007-03-15T15:07:00.000+01:002007-03-15T15:17:57.089+01:00

A couple of years ago, for New Year's Eve, I went with my friends in the Foreste Casentinesi National Park, one of the wildest places in Tuscany: ancient forests, deep valleys and beautiful creeks, places that Dante used in his Commedia to describe a wild river in the Inferno. I was there with some friends and we were exploring the oak woods near a beautiful waterfall. There I found the leaf.

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-22383757645851017192007-03-11T17:09:00.000+01:002007-03-12T19:06:39.726+01:00

By Michael Dudok de Wit.

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On Italian television there's a cartoon series - actually, a Korean flash animation - to which I'm nearly becoming addicted. It's the story of Pucca, the 10yo girl daughter of Guh Ryeong, chef of a restaurant in the little Chinese village of Sooga. She's in love with Garu, a ninja fighter which is just a couple of years older than her. Garu never talks, fights with his evil enemies and seems

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-8773289934309124272007-03-07T17:54:00.000+01:002007-03-11T18:30:57.301+01:00

Some time ago I found a copy of the Epistolae Laurae Ceretae, the letters of Laura Cereto (or Cereta, a Renaissance Brescian humanist and a feminist ante litteram), in the wondrous archive of the Mannheimer Texte Online (MATEO). In this little book there is an interesting short biography of Laura written by Giacomo Filippo Tomasini (1595-1655), cleric in Padua, which begins with a baroque

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-45520306335619071892007-03-05T19:38:00.000+01:002007-03-05T19:54:48.771+01:00

I just had to show the undeniable proof of my past as a member of the Aphrodite's Child. I didn't know I was a progressive rock star. Because it seems that I look scarily exactly like Vangelis, except for the hair (which is, uhm... distributed differently on him, especially on the head). He's the cute one in the middle of both photos.Since nowadays he's rather handsome, this could be a good

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-57484545649147403352007-03-03T13:38:00.000+01:002007-03-03T13:49:48.098+01:00

Zoomquilt is an old project (2004) that I found some years ago (in 2004, yeah) and it took me ages to find it again on the internet, but now here it is. I think it's fascinating.An "infinite" drawing through which it is possible to zoom ad libitum.I recommend the Flash version (just reload if it doesn't work): the zoom effect is flawless and very suggestive.

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Yesterday my afternoon ended with a moment of unbearable lyricism.I was standing over the river Garza, the poor, neglected and strangled little river of my town, at a point along the Venetian Walls, where it comes out from the sewer tunnel where Brescians have secluded it. There's a park near there, and some stupid dogs were barking at me while I was pouring a jar of leeches, worms and larvas

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-60944144957355793742007-03-02T01:18:00.000+01:002007-03-02T01:37:41.102+01:00

I'd like to suggest this lovely little game, Sprout. It's like reading a fairytale or one of those beautiful hand-drawn children books. It's rather short and you never lose, but it's intelligent, funny and poetic. Twenty minutes of simple beauty, something I strive for.

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-68796146277770591902007-02-27T22:57:00.000+01:002007-03-02T01:39:00.753+01:00

Not much time to update this page, my work and my life are very demanding these days. I've been thinking about the purposes of this website. I think I got the point, but I won't tell it until it's safe enough.

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