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Cielo, terra & mare

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his was one of those moments when you suddenly become fully aware of the beauty of this tiny planet we live upon.

Third rock from the Sun is not a diminutive description, but gives a close enough image of how insignificant we are compared to the Universe, and still how much beauty this little rock can host and its undeniable uniqueness within give or take four light-years (1).

It was one of those moments when you swear you can feel the Earth move and become kind of separated from reality, in terms of both time and space.

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A view to remember

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emories become better with the passing of time, or maybe we just forget the bad things and only remember the good ones, or maybe after some time things get like Jennifer Warnes sings: “And maybe what’s good gets a little bit better… And maybe what’s bad gets gone”.

This view was taken from the rooftop of one of the edifices on the islet of Vivara, a place out of time, a place that doesn’t exist anymore, at least not in the form I have known.

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…And still standing

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uring a long weekend cruising up and down the Costiera Amalfitana (Amalfi Coast).

Lots and lots of small villages perched on the slopes of the Monti Lattari (Lattari Mountains), so many that at a certain point, the memory of one fades into the other, in one long continuum of small streets and endless flights of irregular stone stairs leading down to lilliputian beaches full of wooden fishermen launches waiting for the next trip out.

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A Difficult Life

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aken while on a trip across central Europe with two dear friends of mine.

On our way to our final destination (the Netherlands) I insisted to make a 2-days stop in Luzern (Switzerland), because I wanted to see, first in the family, the place where my grandmother had been born, grown up, married, given birth to two children, become a widow and moved to Italy where she married my grandfather and had five more children.

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Eleganza d’altri tempi

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hot at the end of an image-harvesting spree through the old city. Miles and miles wandering the old streets, visiting known and unknown places in search of something that strikes the attention. A detail or a panorama, it is always unknown what will trigger the eye or the mind.

After a whole day, tired and not very satisfied of the results, I sought a bit of comfort in the old Grand Café Gambrinus for a good cup of coffee and a Sfogliatella riccia (one of the few sweets I love).

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