MAMOIADA, SARDINIA: Between cowbells and masks, observing what is visible to imagine the roots of the invisible

The Mamoiada is a particular region of Sardinia, where you make the festivities with special masks, called Mamuthones Maimones or Mamutzones – http://www.mamuthones.it/ – that I’ve also seen in other parts of Europe, especially in mountainous. While you were immersed into the blue, I watched you, while you were swimming happy, in this corner of paradise of the central eastern …

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MONTI PRAMA, SARDINIA: Observing the night, I try the eyes of the Sun

Villages with round huts gathered between them, with base ring-shaped stone, were in the vicinity of the nuraghis and holy wells, as Su Romanzesu , Su Nuraxi and Serra Orrios. Just in these wells, were found many votive bronzes, those who speak of a mysterious people, depicting boats and human figures, animals and mysterious beings. If we have time, I …

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VERONICA FRANCO, VENICE: If I could be certain of your love

…………………………….”And what is my beauty, the one that you are not tired of praising, I’ll spend later in your contentment: Joint gently at your side, the lighthouse you can enjoy the delights of love, | when you are very close to my the left side; And what delight that I could go, that you might call for happy, and advantage, …

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WILLIAM TURNER: The Painter of Light, the man capable of merging the heavens and the earth, inside an unparalleled emotional chromaticity

“The sun is God.” For him. the light was divine emanation, but also creative playfulness that comparing with the water and the sky. Of course, the English painter of the nineteenth century had also portrayed human figures at work, but it was the grandeur of nature that he had tried to capture with brushes and colors. By capturing images of …

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VINCENZO RABITO: Four money to buy bread, ten cents for living well

The Diary of a life, is the one written by an illiterate italian  man, born in 1899. That document was written by Vincenzo Rabito with an old typewriter, when he was over 70 years of age. He writes – in 7 years – 1027 pages, which recount his life. Only after his death, his son Giovanni, finds what his father …

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GARCIA LORCA: They took me a shell

“I closed my window because I do not want to hear the crying, but behind the gray walls that crying is heard no more. There are very few angels that sing, a few barking dogs; one thousand violins come in the palm of my hand. But the weeping is an immense dog, crying is an immense angel, the weeping is …

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MADEMOISELLE MARS: When someone we love, often, we cannot say why

“A lover is his backyard, the one where he hangs his heart, because he wants to win the favor of all. Having him for anybody, to hand the flame, until he is the dog house, he strives to please.” Naive and flirtatious with Moliere and Marivaux, the seductive woman also well had known and interpreted the roles offered to her …

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