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what the thunder said: There, she blows!
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What the thunder said. Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot. Tuesday, December 27, 2016. There, she blows! From the heights of Monti Lucretili, above Tivoli, the sight spans from south to north along the hills and the flat lands around Rome and much beyond, till to the beaches on the Tyrrhenian Sea. My tracks on the web.
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what the thunder said: So ... who am I?
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What the thunder said. Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot. So who am I? My past professional activity has lead me very often to foreign countries in Europe where my previous company acts and develops: Scandinavia, UK, Germany and Hungary to name a few. D igital IC Designer and, on convenience, architect. So who am I?
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what the thunder said: September 2016
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What the thunder said. Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot. Tuesday, September 27, 2016. Made and sent by mobile). Monday, September 26, 2016. Made and sent by mobile). Saturday, September 17, 2016. Made and sent by mobile). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). My tracks on the web. Un Italiano a Graz. So who am I? Il Blog di Gigi.
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what the thunder said: December 2016
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What the thunder said. Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot. Tuesday, December 27, 2016. There, she blows! From the heights of Monti Lucretili, above Tivoli, the sight spans from south to north along the hills and the flat lands around Rome and much beyond, till to the beaches on the Tyrrhenian Sea. You Should Not . I have...
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what the thunder said: August 2016
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What the thunder said. Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot. Sunday, August 14, 2016. Images from the Past. Saturday, August 13, 2016. Friday, August 12, 2016. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). My tracks on the web. Un Italiano a Graz. So who am I? Images from the Past. Franka, The Journey. Solo Frusta e Spatola. Il Blog di Gigi.
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what the thunder said: March 2016
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What the thunder said. Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot. Thursday, March 31, 2016. Monday, March 28, 2016. Etichette: At the window. Sunday, March 27, 2016. Alfa Romeo - I. Before leaving Milan I couldn't miss to visit one of the seven wonders of this town: the Alfa Romeo. Thursday, March 24, 2016. For the last time be...
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what the thunder said: Photobooks
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What the thunder said. Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot. I started the PhotoBooks Series. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). My tracks on the web. Un Italiano a Graz. So who am I? Franka, The Journey. Solo Frusta e Spatola. Il Blog di Gigi. To North and Back Again. Il Respiro degli Alberi.
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what the thunder said: October 2016
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What the thunder said. Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot. Monday, October 31, 2016. Made and sent from my mobile). Monday, October 24, 2016. Made and sent from my mobile). Friday, October 14, 2016. Tuesday, October 11, 2016. Made and sent from my mobile). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). My tracks on the web. So who am I?
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what the thunder said: The New Year's Day
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What the thunder said. Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot. Tuesday, January 3, 2017. The New Year's Day. Bellissime immagini, che ti saranno costati qualche gelone alle mani e inceppamento allelettronica della macchina fotografica o smartphone 😉. January 11, 2017 at 7:49 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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what the thunder said: To the Ruins of Gösting
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What the thunder said. Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot. Wednesday, January 11, 2017. To the Ruins of Gösting. Made from my Mobile). Bello Tiberio, mai stato. Grazie per la bella segnalazione. January 11, 2017 at 7:47 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My tracks on the web. Un Italiano a Graz. So who am I?
