The core of Milan is unmistakably the cathedral square, or Piazza Duomo, with the spectacular cathedral, or Duomo itself. Thousands and thousands of people still cross the square every day, strolling between the 19th century Galleria Vittorio Emanuele and, opposite, the 18th century Palazzo Reale, with the modern twin buildings of the Arengario protruding into the Piazza...
...taken through the window of a restaurant in Galleria Vittorio Emanuele...
Milan, Italy...
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How is that some people get under your skin, like scabies, and stay there until they have infected your bloodstream and you contract some sort of blood fever that makes you wander around in a daze feeling pitiable and angry all at once?
Why, for the love of god, do some people still inspire in you tender feelings even though they’ve treated you like shit? You can go six months without seeing them, and then, bam, that first meeting (re-meeting) and he is wearing the exact same outfit he was wearing the night you first kissed, and you answer his idle questions monosyllabically, even though what you really want to do is telling him everything, in rich and vivid detail, and when you’ve talked yourself hoarse you want him to do the same. You want to hear about how much coffee he has drunk since you parted, how many games of pool he has played, how many hours he has spent sleeping, alone, or with another (even though that might make you cry in public, you still have a morbid curiousity), what movies he has seen, what books he has read, with whom he has conversed.
But you don’t. You sit there, silent and stony-faced, feeling your heart race, hoping your cheeks aren’t red, because you don’t want him to know that you still...feel...so much. You keep silent, because you know, logically, that he doesn’t deserve the best of what you have to give, because he threw you away without so much as a backward glance,and like the mouse who was given a muffin, if you give him a story, soon you’ll want to give him your heart again, and you can’t risk that...
(Iris)
...this is the "Grande Toscano" by Mitoraj at the Piazza del Carmine... taken at midnight...
Milan, Italy...
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Hermann Rorschach was a Swiss Freudian psychiatrist and psychoanalyst, best known for developing a projective test known, from his name, as the Rorschach inkblot test.
When he was in high school, Rorschach was called Klecks, or "inkblot," by his friends. Like many other young people in his native Switzerland, he enjoyed Klecksography, the making of fanciful inkblot "pictures." However, unlike other young people, Rorschach would make inkblots his life's work.
An art teacher like his father, Rorschach showed great talent at painting and drawing conventional pictures. After graduating from high school he enrolled in medical school at the University of Zurich.
Rorschach studied under eminent psychiatrist Eugen Bleuler. The excitement in intellectual circles over psychoanalysis constantly reminded Rorschach of his childhood inkblots. He wondered why different people often see entirely different things in the same inkblots. While still a medical student, he began showing inkblots to schoolchildren and analyzing their results...
...taken through the window of Autogrill in Piazza Duomo...
Milan, Italy...
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Nobody else here baby
Noone else here to blame
Noone to point the finger
It's just you and me
and the rain.
Nobody made you do it
Noone put words in your mouth
Nobody here taking orders
When love took a train heading south
It's the blind leading the blonde
It's the stuff, the stuff of country songs.
Hey, if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright?...
(U2)
...taken by the lake on a cold Sunday in March...
Como, Italy...
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In March 2008 i worked at the IEO (European Institute of Oncology) with some great surgeons performing thoracic procedures with the world-famous "da Vinci" robot...
Here is two of them (an Italian and a Brasilian) looking at the monitor of the robot, concentrated on what the arms of it doing "in" the patient...
Isn't da Vinci amazing?... both in arts and science... in every sense...
Milan, Italy...
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