Yesterday today. Wanted. Sorry for my (more than usual) nasal voice, got a bad cold …it’s 3 degrees in Paris, at the moment, … bonne nuit, les amis. And if you enjoy the music, here you are these sparkling 20s, 30s, 40s Vintage Tea Party. Continue reading Midnight poems by Karl Tearney (Second Life).
On 11th November, both French and Brits remember the end of First World War. When I first arrived in Paris, in the end of 2007, I didn’t even imagine that they were celebrating this official date on the European Agenda. Cos in Italy, my home Country, the war ends on 4th of november, but I don’t have any memory of this event’s celebration. Did we win? Yes, after connecting with the Net, I can validate that we won and allied were the US. Most famous camerade Ernest Hemingway did participate to the special event in Northern Italy, and wrote “Fiesta” … Continue reading Poppies for Hope and Peace.
Originally posted on to work as a sculptor:
“Triton Babies” in the Boston Public Garden Anna Coleman Watts Ladd (1878 – 1939) was an American sculptor in the Boston area who devoted her time throughout World War I to soldiers who were disfigured. Anna Coleman Watts was born in Philadelphia and educated in Europe, where she studied sculpture in Paris and Rome. She moved to Boston in 1905 when she married Dr. Maynard Ladd, and there studied with Bela Pratt for three years at the Boston Museum School. “Triton Babies” (shown here, now a fountain in Boston’s Public Garden) was… Continue reading Anna Coleman Ladd, dignity and face masks.
Greek Mythology never end to amaze me. Not only because it’s psychology in disguise, but further more because it’s so modern, that you could use it to explain today’s society to your children (like Fulvio Terzani, Tiziano’s son, says in his conference about Ultra Marathon). To say it all, this article was supposed to start with a gengitivis, yes, I wanted to put an example of trauma in our body. The last time I have been at the dentist, he told me that my gums were not infected, but they kept the memory of an ancient gum disease. Oh my … Continue reading Soldier’s woundwort, if Achille suffered from PTSD, anyone can do.
Oh well, I like the art of Norman Rockwell since my twenties. As an artist, and painter, he moves me to tears. Here is a nice story of a vet’s daughter that I copy from Tracking the 101st Cavalry, with courtesy of. Before I leave you with this, I’d like to add my small personal experience about WWII. Of course, I am too young for having memories from the war times. But my hometown was on the yellow line, in Italy, and my mother lost his brother at 16 because of a bomb left unexplosed. Actually, she came after his … Continue reading Silver Star winner poses for Norman Rockwell.
War journalist Tiziano’s son, Folco introduces his father way of thinking, living, and.. dying. Folco tells, also, about his life experience with Mother Teresa. Grown in New York and China, Folco went to look for gurus in Hymalaya and recorded last memories of his father in the book “The end is my beginning”. Continue reading Folco Terzani. The end is my beginning.
In loving memory of one of my fave war journalists ever. There are Vietnam and Cambogia reporting, but in Italian. Those of you who speak my home language, go for it, on You Tube. This is with English subtitles. Continue reading Tiziano Terzani. The Italian yogi war journalist.