50 * 60cm oil on canvas
@ Arte Fiera Art First- Hall 18 Stand A/26
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Infinite Health On Dragon Age Origins
50 * 60cm oil on canvas
@ Arte Fiera Art First- Hall 18 Stand A/26
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
/ August morning at 5 o'clock. / No, not today .... I'll have time tomorrow / to stay longer / the pleasant world of the unconscious. / Now YOU want to wait / with his elbows on the sill / a window in an old house.
.. 
Thinking of the famous poem of the Renaissance, dedicated to the lagoon city, I subtitled this lyric peace "Ode to Venice"!
... 
/ A fresh gust caress me / then goes to creep among the leaves of the trees / I can almost touch that stick. / A crow launches her call / answer a comrade in the distance. / To the right a repeated bellow / maybe a good morning to a friendly presence. / Engine tractor, sweat and effort. / Noises but not sounds / and I breathe the silence and stillness. / Suddenly starts here / pink at first only the wounded / on virgin canvas / and slowly, live, the work is done. / Author of Painting. / Charmed I find myself whispering /-L 'I saw, I saw the sunrise and opened the shutters of a house in Venice .. A reflection ... tail of the "touching" of poetry Valentina ... 
Oh, yes, even in the verses Valentina is a special time to celebrate ... Venice. But here, Parma Apennines, although a bit of "sadness and melancholy" leaked, "silence and stillness" dominate the scene. Sadness, because the poet interprets the moment of dawn in a realistic way, even when (a few years ago) ... and you could hear the roar of the tractor. Now this small town and 'uninhabited. And celebrate the rising of the sun and the return of life ... we hope will be a good omen for the uncertain future of the tiny village, we can see in the snapshot taken half a century ago. The final opera, the climax of emotion, coincides with an exclamation of astonishment in front of an everyday event, but always different, always fascinating, then ... if we are in Venice ... Thank you, Valentina!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
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bash tip: Set output redirection from within a script
Small but useful tip.
If for some reason you need to set the redirection of a script ( and stdout / stderr or ) without using the redirection operators (as well described for example on the site dell'ILDP ) or directly from within the script from the command line, here's a possible solution:
Small but useful tip.
If for some reason you need to set the redirection of a script ( and stdout / stderr or ) without using the redirection operators (as well described for example on the site dell'ILDP ) or directly from within the script from the command line, here's a possible solution:
# / bin / sh exec
> prova.log 2> & 1
echo "These two lines printed "
echo" will be in prova.log "
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
What Does It Mean To Tighten A Sew In
Commemorated on the Holy Women - RTA VIDEOTARO
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Selene Valentina Medici SILENCE IN THE HOUSE
They go ... .. / A last turn of the key in the lock / protect almost a wretched past and already feel, that will never return. / To bend the eye turn and back to the little house in the woods / stingy and hard clods of fruits / even if soaked in plenty of sweat. / Already are far away, his heart close / but my mind open to new hopes. / Advances Then silence. / Slowly enters the house of stone / creeping into the humble rooms / and soon he became king. / Accept only the light dust / layer upon layer that will cover everything. / So will reign unopposed and solemn Till will disturb its quiet / noise pieces of debris / cover tired of squared stones. / When after / constant work / enter the wind, stirred up by tiles / hopefully will be around everywhere, / trying attendance disappeared. / Before exiting the lift sheets or a calendar now yellowed / eroded on the wall, peeling / unnecessary, because the house in the woods
time had no future.
Selene Valentina Medici SILENCE IN THE HOUSE
They go ... .. / A last turn of the key in the lock / protect almost a wretched past and already feel, that will never return. / To bend the eye turn and back to the little house in the woods / stingy and hard clods of fruits / even if soaked in plenty of sweat. / Already are far away, his heart close / but my mind open to new hopes. / Advances Then silence. / Slowly enters the house of stone / creeping into the humble rooms / and soon he became king. / Accept only the light dust / layer upon layer that will cover everything. / So will reign unopposed and solemn Till will disturb its quiet / noise pieces of debris / cover tired of squared stones. / When after / constant work / enter the wind, stirred up by tiles / hopefully will be around everywhere, / trying attendance disappeared. / Before exiting the lift sheets or a calendar now yellowed / eroded on the wall, peeling / unnecessary, because the house in the woods
time had no future.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Trane Xe80 Filter Location
ROBERTO Bertolotti IN THE WALK AROUND Valceno
click on image to view the photo gallery Flavio NESP
click on image to view the photo gallery Flavio NESP
her fingers to read the mind / deep scars on the soul. Soul / dry as the bed of a river or in the hot sun of August. / Press me feet on the floor / the damp path of Penna. / Press to not slip or, perhaps, / to give the footsteps, gratuitous violence / to appease the immense pain. / Indifferent to create / brooding, stunned, saliva / as driven by dark force / that brought her up. / He came up to the top of the mountain / where a ray of blinding sun / on the Great Cross. / He ran his fingers to read the mind / soul scars / And seemed less deep. / Shy, a prayer came from the lips / and he heard the voice of angels. / Slowly bend your knees and bowed at the feet of the symbol.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Copy Saves From Gpsphone Vba
January 8, 2011
With the administrations of Bardi and Borgotaro
where participants are notevolemnte increased. The conclusion was then had in the church of Porcigatone with the celebration of a religious service in memory of the fallen.
Massacre Commemorated on the Holy Women - RTA VIDEOTARO
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Lorena Herrera Was A Man
Selene Valentina Medici SUNSET / I do not like to look beyond / what they call / glasses transparent. / My companion mist / I hide too many things. / But there is a magic moment / when the brightness / almost disappears / over the impalpable border. / So you / me stop to watch. / But who am I enjoying? / The daily heat / or the light of Him from whom / all began? / But why ask me / useless, Hamlet doubts / prefer estranged / And rejoice together. 
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