Wow I just discovered that Apple OS X update is available and is FREE. That’s simply great 🙂
Alpiner…
Those are the games that I played when I was young… ehm, younger 😉
The gameplay was not so incredible, even for the times (I suppose) but the music of Edvard Grieg can be intended as a touch of style 🙂
Reading newspaper…
– Oh. I’m bored! I’m really bored! I wonder why he is not at home yet…
– Be calm, my friend. You must consider that he went out just a few minutes ago… you should be more patient.
– I understand, but I cannot realize what he have to do. Why does he spend so much time? You know, the newspaper kiosk is so near!
– Right. But what about the possibility he decided to stop at the BAR?
– At the bar? For which reason?
– Well, to have cappuccino for instance! And as usual, he’ll be at home without bringing anything for us, I’m pretty sure!
– Right… and sorry, how can it be different, given that he still think we are just toys?
-Wait, I’ve heard a noise… all silent, please! He is coming… If we are lucky, in a few minutes he will leave the newspaper here in this room…
Evidence of autumn
There is something magical in the arrival of the autumn. Something magical that happens again, every year. Something that I’ll eagerly wait, as soon as I come back from vacations. Autumn bring its presents, to everyone willing to accept them. The colors are new and fresh, nature shows complex and articulate deeps, patterns that can talk to my heart more that in any other season.
I like this renovated sense of intimacy in being at home while outside is cold, the yellow warm lights of the house in contrast with the terse cold and misty blu that it diffuses everywhere.
All conjures to make possible this magic to appear, exactly when you don’t expect anything more…
Suddenly, Out Of The Blue
Some Kind Of Magic Pushes You Through
You Don’t Know When, How, Or Why
But Someday Gonna Take Off, Fly
Fly, Fly, Fly…
(Mike Oldfield, To Be Free)
For all of this, and for more, fall is a poetical season: the most poetical, in fact.
Evidence of autumn
There is something magical in the arrival of the autumn. Something magical that happens again, every year. Something that I’ll eagerly wait, as soon as I come back from vacations. Autumn bring its presents, to everyone willing to accept them. The colors are new and fresh, nature shows complex and articulate deeps, patterns that can talk to my heart more that in any other season.
I like this renovated sense of intimacy in being at home while outside is cold, the yellow warm lights of the house in contrast with the terse cold and misty blu that it diffuses everywhere.
All conjures to make possible this magic to appear, exactly when you don’t expect anything more…
Suddenly, Out Of The Blue
Some Kind Of Magic Pushes You Through
You Don’t Know When, How, Or Why
But Someday Gonna Take Off, Fly
Fly, Fly, Fly…
(Mike Oldfield, To Be Free)
For all of this, and for more, fall is a poetical season: the most poetical, in fact.
who is the artist?
You want to know the meaning of life? This is your highest calling: you are called into the dynamic co-creation of the cosmos. This breath is your canvas and your brush. These are the raw materials for your art, for the life you are making. Nothing is off limits. Your backyard, your piano, your paintbrush, your conversation, Rwanda, New Orleans, Iraq, your marriage, your soul. You’re making a living with every step you take.
– Jon Foreman