tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50749282011-04-22T00:06:30.405+02:00virtual moleskineRampertonoreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag: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.

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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.com1tag: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.

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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.

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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.

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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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Tomorrow is the day of the Patron Saints of Brescia, St. Faustino and Giovita. They were two Roman brothers (unsure) who were martyrized during the early days of Christianity. They had always been very important in the history of Brescian Church, but they substituted old Patrons St. Apollonio and Filastrio after a miraculous episode in 1438. When Niccolò Piccinino (no, there aren't normal names

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Today I had a lesson in a village on the mountains near Brescia. It's a small paese of five hundred inhabitants, a church and a cute little elementary school. They have only two classes and twentyfive children. A janitor lady with a pink workshirt and two nice teachers were the only adult people in the building. It was the first time I made a lesson in front of children of different ages, I had

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While I was searching for Madredeus on YouTube today, I found these clips from one of my favourite movies, "Lisbon Story" by Wim Wenders.This film was shot a few months before my first visit to Portugal, back in 1994 (oh God, 13 years ago!). There's a scene in which they're attaching some manifests in the Rossio, and I actually saw them when I visited the Baixa. I rented the movie a few weeks

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-66277701891492373702007-01-29T02:14:00.000+01:002007-01-29T02:55:48.891+01:00

Just a study for a self portrait I would like to do. Looks like I'm showing off my new kicks. :)

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I've been in my favourite book store today. I was there to buy a German Dictionary, since I forgot a lot of that beautiful language and I would like to continue its study. I was also looking for a Portuguese Dictionary (even though I have this fantastic Online Dictionary for that). At the counter I met a nice guy who I had met some months ago and we started a long conversation about this and

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Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,Healthy, free, the world before me,The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,Strong and content I travel the open road.The earth, that is sufficient,I do

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This happens everytime I need new clothes. Or better, I often don't even try clothes on, since the shop assistants look at me with that "How dare you, foul monster" look on their face. After all, this is the town of the Snobbish Mannequins. I think this is also the result of the contrast between my idea of beauty and the idea (the most of) the rest of the world has.Luckily, my week in Florida

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Some days ago I was in an Elementary School where I had to do three lessons about waste recycling and sustainability.During the lunch break, children were playing around in the school yard while I was talking with an old, bearded teacher. A small group of 4th class girls (9-10 years old) came to tattle on some boys who did something bad.So we asked them: "why are you girls always so treacherous

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-3435581660822485592007-01-19T21:14:00.000+01:002007-01-19T21:21:43.239+01:00

I was at the booth and some guys from NC came to see our displays. One of them was a funny man who could have been a hippy as well as a serial killer. Maybe both.He was thin, long haired and he had a couple of long, grey moustaches. Two enormous, amused blue eyes were looking around behind a pair of glasses. Me: "here's our brochure, there is all the information you could need, as well as our

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-12670963327683741242007-01-16T18:55:00.000+01:002007-01-16T18:58:30.773+01:00

... and already busy. And I have so many things to tell!

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Now that I'm here in Florida, far away from home and from my acquaintances, I realize I have a new perspective on things, a new point of view. I will tell later about this experience, I'm still in the middle of it and I want to look at it as a whole... which is what I'm doing now looking at my life from the other side of the ocean.Perhaps when I'll come back I'll have to apologize. Who knows.

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-17577936969969306892007-01-07T20:15:00.000+01:002007-01-07T20:57:52.237+01:00

This is the wall beside my bed. I'm avoiding the bed itself on purpose: I'll leave it for happier moments... ;)The merry guy in the foreground is obviously Miles Davis. Then, there are wolves, one of the Phares dans la Tempête by Jean Guichard and the photocopy of a drawing by Silver with Enrico La Talpa (Henry the Mole) and his wife Cesira. He's in one of his poetic periods and he's wearing a

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-16396851719626121722007-01-07T00:48:00.000+01:002007-01-07T20:58:52.196+01:00

My bedside table (my comodino) is now an Ikea cardboard box. I bought a bookshelf and I moved the bed, so I have no more space for a real b.t. (my bed has a door-window on its side).The box is full of old music cassettes: they were all my music before the Coming Of The CD Player (1992). One of these days I should take them out and get lost among them, there are even some recordings of when my

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So I've begun my diet eventually, except for a moderated break today (it's holiday here). It's not for beauty, it's for health: 40kg overweight are a little too much for a 30+ years old kid.I'm often using this bamboo steamer to cook my meals, and I must say I just adore it.Enough for today, I'm going out for a walk and a thought. Would it be possible to put thoughts on a diet?

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-61766435408662688332007-01-04T14:10:00.000+01:002007-03-02T01:32:16.887+01:00

One of my main attempts is to try to show the beauty and the history of my little town, usually not included in tourist routes and travels. Brescia has never thought of herself as a beautiful town: a lot of factories and a snob neighbourhood (Verona, Milan, Mantua, etc.) made her focus on her career and not on her own qualities. Things are changing, though. Anyway, I'm not "proud" to be born

Rampertonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074928.post-82950369981411962007-01-02T15:06:00.000+01:002007-03-02T20:27:56.633+01:00

"Sono sempre più convinta che tu sia la Terza Zia di Proust". "I'm more and more convinced that you are Proust's Third Aunt". -- Eleonora

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On the train on my way home I was planning to write about three main issues tonight:1) 2007: Happy Merry etc.;2) A welcome speech for EU n00bs Bulgaria and Romania, and another speech for Slovenija, which has just become an EU Pro™. I'd also add some ramblings about the 50th birthday of the Union;3) Some flamebait about the new deal among EU and USA on European travellers going to the Land of

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Of all the Souls that stand create -I have elected - One - When Sense from Spirit - files away -And Subterfuge - is done - When that which is - and that which was - Apart - intrinsic - stand - And this brief Tragedy of Flesh - Is shifted - like a Sand - When Figures show their royal Front - And Mists - are carved away,Behold the Atom - I preferred - To all the lists of Clay!-- Emily

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I'm writing down a list of good things to do in 2007. First of all, to lose weight. *flourish*2005 was the Year In Which I Quitted Smoking, 2006 was the Year of Arrangement (this basically means that I ate like crazy accumulating fat and stress), 2007 must be the Year of Redeeming. I think I should begin with good, simple things like:(Please consider the beauty of reading this post listening to "

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So I've just discovered that "Something is not so right", as I suspected. I'm still not completely sure, but I think it's time to move on and forget this story. I also have to plan a dinner for my friends: I'm the cook, and I cannot fail...30.12.06 11:15am: We got pizza. And maybe there's no need to forget anything! Stay tuned...

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He's just great (and yes, he's got beard). I'm currently listening to his album (thanks Cris and L.), Art of Motion. I heartily suggest listening to it... it's a perfect companion in these freezing days. I think it would have made a great Christmas present. Or ask the Befana, she's coming, too.

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You've got the cool waterWhen the fever runs highYou've got the look of lovelight in your eyesAnd I was in crazy motion'til you calmed me downIt took a little timeBut you calmed me downWhen something goes wrongI'm the first to admit itI'm the first to admit itAnd the last one to knowwhen something goes rightWell it's likely to lose me, mmIt's apt to confuse meIt's such an unusual sightOh, I can't

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Is this, like, a test?

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