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The "News": we all know very well the enormous importance of the news.

In journalism, the "news" is the raw material, which is processed and disseminated. For the users, on the other hand, it is obviously a source of knowledge regarding the most disparate sectors, from politics, economics and finance, to culture, science, technology, medicine, climate, and then to travel, home, and garden. fashionable, at the cinema.

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MY NEPHEWS

Salerno, Sunday 8 August 2002.

A gallery of photos and images always has something magical, for the ability to evoke and relive in our mind emotions, feelings and memories of places made or loved ones even distant in time and space.

Well, if even a single photo or image of the Galleries of this site manages to revive the beauty, the magic, and the emotion of a moment linked to a person or a place, then for this alone it is worth having developed them. .

The photo opposite is an example.

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Meet up at Bryant Park

Margareth

Bryant ParkMargareth was proud of her work and of her position. And the people who knew her were in favor of seeing her as a good financial consultant, with a quality that could hardly be precisely defined, and that her most discerning clients identified in a kind of wonderful certainty that what was being decided about or diversification of the securities of a portfolio or a brilliant pick-up would have been a sure success.

With slow steps, she approached the large window of his office, at the 30th - and even last - floor of HSBC Tower, 452 Fifth Avenue, New York: during the night the wind had swept the sky from all the clouds, and the view was magnificent.
Then, as he had done before, she took a key from the desk, closed the office door behind him, ran up the two flights of stairs and then - two turns in the lock and a push - went out onto the terrace!

Now nothing stood in front of her eyes and, satisfied, she could look up to the Hudson to the left, to the East River to the right and, behind him, to all the Central Park to the north, ... and beyond, and beyond! Then, as always, her gaze slowly receded, retracing the previous vision backwards, until she pinned herself on Bryant Park just below her: New Yorker for generations, she loved her city, and in particular she loved that meadow which today shone like a face well polished of an enormous emerald.

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The Lonely Cloud

Salerno, Tuesday 5 March 2013.

That morning, a happy cloud wandered lonely in a blue sky, punctuated here and there by other white clouds, some in groups, others lonely as she.
A light wind pushed the cloud, and it stroked and gently molded the her  floating body, white and soft as freshly fallen snow.

The cloud looked slide under her all that green of the hills, valleys and meadows, interrupted here and there by the peasants' houses.
Front farmyards some figurines of people did not stop going back and forth; others were rather in the brown fields of fresh cultivated; two instead, that's great !, they stood motionless, lying on 'grass in the sun. Intrigued, she wished to observe them more closely, and tried to get out of proportion, but the wind direction not allowed her to do so.

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That summer thunderstorm on the beach ...

The woman closed the door of the chalet behind her, so as not to make it slam by the wind.
Slender, tall, she slowly advanced towards the sea, face raised towards the sky, arms slightly extended along the body and palms of hands open upwards, welcoming with pleasure the raindrops of that summer storm that suddenly broke out in the early evening.
When a bolt of lightning crossed the cloud-darkened sky and illuminated her face for a moment, you could have seen a shiver of pleasure in her green eyes: that day had been quite hot.

n a short time that storm increased in intensity, almost becoming a storm. On the right, the cliff was barely visible; in the glare of lightning, high waves, dark, massive, jagged with foam, ran straight towards the beach. And the woman seemed fascinated but not afraid of it all.

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