Ex prof. di Italiano e Latino al liceo; amo la letteratura medievale; la storia antica; la pittura fiamminga; Mozart; Chandler; i fratelli Coen e l'Inter.
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Dottor Dulcamara retweeted
Here Mozart expressed the inner sadness of his soul through this concerto. An exquisite masterpiece only possible through pure genius.
Mozart: Piano Concerto No. 21 - Andante (Elvira Madigan) - Piano Start
Paolo Uccello (1397-1475) dipinse tre "San Giorgio e il drago". Il primo, in ordine cronologico (a sin.), si trova a Melbourne; il secondo (al centro) a Parigi; il terzo (a dex.) è conservato alla National Gallery di Londra. La leggenda simboleggia la vittoria del bene sul male.
Dottor Dulcamara retweeted
Leggenda narra che Maria apparve in sogno a un nobile romano e a papa Liberio chiedendo di costruire una chiesa dove sarebbe caduta una nevicata miracolosa. Il 5 agosto 352 la neve comparve sul colle Esquilino e lì fu eretta la futura S. Maria Maggiore.
👉uffizi.it/opere/pala-della-m…
Dottor Dulcamara retweeted
New Talarico ad running statewide:
"Ken Paxton says, I don't have his experience, and he's right.
"I've never been indicted for fraud. I've never been reported to the FBI for bribery. I've never been impeached by my own party, and I've never given a sweetheart deal to a pedophile.
"I have a different kind of experience. I've worked with both parties to cap the cost of insulin and pass the largest property tax cut in Texas history. I'm James Tallarico and I approve this message because we need a different kind of experience in Washington."
Il manoscritto principale per la lirica italiana delle origini è il codice Vaticano Latino 3793 della Biblioteca Apostolica Vaticana, copiato da un mercante fiorentino alla fine del Duecento. Il codice raccoglie ca.1000 poesie (canzoni e sonetti) dai Siciliani ai pre-Stilnovisti.
Dottor Dulcamara retweeted
Tonight, fires are raging around St Petersburg after another Ukrainian drone attack. All because a 74-year-old man in the Kremlin decided that conquering his neighbours was more important than giving his own people a future.
Imagine what Russia could have been. Your children studying at universities in Paris, Oxford or Berlin. Families spending summers on the Mediterranean, skiing in the Alps, discovering Rome, Barcelona and Copenhagen. Russian scientists working alongside Europe's finest minds. Businesses flourishing, borders opening, young Russians falling in love, travelling freely and building prosperous lives in the world's most extraordinary neighbourhood.
And Russia's vast oil wealth could have continued filling the national savings account, building a financial cushion for a rainy day and securing the prosperity of future generations. Instead, that fortune has been drained by war, and the country's financial future has been mortgaged to one man's imperial ambitions.
You had an entire continent on your doorstep, ready to trade, cooperate and prosper.
Instead, you have sanctions, burning oil facilities, military funerals, censorship and a generation sacrificed to one elderly man's imperial fantasies. Children raised on militaristic propaganda, families struggling with poverty and alcoholism, and young men sent to die in Ukrainian fields.
And your great international friendship? North Korea. A miserable dictatorship famous for prison camps, hunger, compulsory displays of loyalty and children taught to march in formation.
Now Russia's future is increasingly tied to the failed Trump regime. And if you believe a man whose business empire has seen six corporate bankruptcies involving casinos and hotels is going to rescue the Russian economy, you may be in for another disappointment. Sorry, but Donald Trump is not Russia's financial salvation.
You could have shared Europe's prosperity. Instead, Putin has brought you closer to Pyongyang, with a bankrupt casino magnate as your supposed lifeline.
What a catastrophic waste of a great country's future.
Oh well, anyway.
BREAKING: Ukraine has just struck the St. Petersburg oil port and set it ablaze, with massive fires rising, one of Russia's largest fuel storage and export facilities.
Zelensky said two days ago that Ukraine will restart major strikes on Russian energy. "The block on attacking refineries is out. We're done."
Un polittico incompleto smembrato nel '500: la "Pala del Carmine" di Pietro Lorenzetti (1327-29) conservato nella Pinacoteca di Siena. Nello scomparto centrale: la Madonna in trono; nei pannelli laterali: due sante; nella predella: episodi della storia dell'Ordine carmelitano.
Dottor Dulcamara retweeted
Leopoldo Emperador Altzola
ÚLTIMA HORA: Donald Trump acaba de enfrentarse a una de las descripciones más brutalmente brillantes —y precisas— de su abominable carácter que JAMÁS hayamos leído.
El autor Oliver Kornetzke no se contuvo. Así describió a Trump:
“Miren. El cadáver purulento de la podredumbre estadounidense embutido en un traje que no le queda bien: la sordidez de un estafador, la cobardía de un evasor del servicio militar, la glotonería de un parásito, el racismo de un miembro del Ku Klux Klan, el sexismo de un canalla de barrio, la ignorancia de un borracho de bar y la avaricia de un depredador de fondos de cobertura; todo pintado de naranja con aerosol y exhibido como un cerdo premiado en una feria del condado”, escribe Kornetzke. Ni un presidente. Ni siquiera un hombre. Solo la destilación enfermiza de todo lo que este país jura no ser, pero siempre ha sido: arrogancia disfrazada de excepcionalismo, estupidez presentada como sentido común, crueldad vendida como dureza, avaricia exaltada como ambición y corrupción venerada como evangelio. Es la sombra de Estados Unidos hecha carne, un ídolo de calabaza podrida que demuestra que cuando una nación se arrodilla ante el dinero, el poder y el rencor, no solo pierde su alma, sino que defeca esta obscenidad inflada y la llama líder.
Nunca se escribieron palabras más ciertas.
A Siena, nel corridoio del piano superiore dell'ex convento di Monna Agnese che ospita l'omonimo Istituto Tecnico, si conserva un affresco del Beccafumi (1486-1551) raffigurante San Cristoforo che trasporta un Gesù bambino che sorregge il peso del mondo con tutti i suoi peccati.
Dottor Dulcamara retweeted
Philip Marlowe, LA. carloromeo.me/2026/09/25/phi…
Un bell'articolo di Paolo Di Stefano sulla parodia con una conclusione che guarda all'attualità.
Quando la parodia diventa realtà corriere.it/opinioni/26_sett…
Nella Pinacoteca Nazionale di Siena si conserva il trittico del Beato Agostino Novello di Simone Martini tavola a tempera 1334-1328. Al centro il beato, priore agostiniano, con angelo che sussurra e due busti di santi, nei pannelli laterali 4 miracoli a lui attribuiti. 1/2
Dottor Dulcamara retweeted
Brendan Carr doesn’t want you to watch James Talarico discuss how he’s the right Senator for Texas and its families.
Do your part to fight censorship, and watch: youtu.be/WLDE9LrGpNk?is=QNs8…
Dottor Dulcamara retweeted
This is the interview Trump’s FCC doesn’t want you to see.
We’re not just going up against the most corrupt politician in Texas.
We’re going up against this entire corrupt system.
Dottor Dulcamara retweeted
Picasso was 15 years old when he painted this.
It looks nothing like a Picasso, and the reason why is one of the most beautiful things he ever said...
It's called First Communion, made in 1896, and it was the first large canvas he ever completed. There are no strange angles here, no fractured faces, none of the wild reinvention his name now brings to mind. It is a stunning and technically flawless scene: a young girl kneeling at the altar in a white dress, about to take her first communion, the moment a child is meant to step toward adulthood.
The translucence of the girl's veil, the altar boy's surplice, the light falling from a source outside the frame, all of it revealing a command of paint startling for his age. He built the whole picture around whiteness, linking the white of Lola's dress to the white of the altar cloth and the candlelight, so the eye reads the whole scene as a passage from one life into another.
He was only 15, and he understood that...
It was shown at a major exhibition in Barcelona, where the local press marveled that a boy not yet old enough to shave had painted like a master of the academy.
At fifteen Picasso could already do this, the thing that thousands of trained artists spend their entire lives trying and failing to do. He had it as a boy. And he would spend the rest of his life trying to get back the one thing this perfect painting does not have: the freedom of a child, who paints without fear, without rules, and without yet knowing what is supposed to be impossible...
He said it himself: "It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child."
