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Sabato, Giugno 30, 2007
2007, June 29, at the end of my painting sessions.

A new subject for a set design for a false window.

Preparatory drawing of a painting of houses at Burano.
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Mercoledi, Giugno 27, 2007
2007, June 27, at the end of my painting session.

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Martedi, Giugno 26, 2007
A painting session.

My painting at the end of the sitting of work of 25 June 2007. The sitting is a single occasion of continuous working. Or, saying in another way: My painting at the end of the work session of 25 June 2007. The session in the meaning of a meeting or period devoted to a particular activity as "a recording session". And then: "At the end of my painting session of 25 June 2007". Or "2007, June 25, at the end of my painting session".
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Domenica, Giugno 24, 2007
1946, we four in Venice.

To the epoch in which my brother had put on the go.
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It happened June 25th 1947 to Treviso.

Today 60 years ago. It was my last only child day. A condition that was all right. I don't remember to have spent this day in some particular situation. All worked as usual. It was 60 years ago tomorrow morning that the situation changed. Someone must have decide that I had to lift me very soon. As to remove from a lower to a higher place or position. I was forced to go down to the ground floor and them to wait good and in silence. Our ground floor was a shop of coffee. It was a cafe. Behind the bench of the cafe there was perhaps my uncle Pietro. I remember that moved around me with the fingers of a hand that they caressed the palm of the other hand. Someone had to have order me to wait and not to get further. Nobody explained because I had to wait in that place. What boredom to wait without knowing why. Then I must have listen from someone that my brother was upcoming. To the boredom it must be assistant the uncertainty, the curiosity, perhaps the fear. At the end I must have been invited to climb to the first floor. They push me toward the bed of my mother. She had close to herself my brother. To the tiredness for attends it was added the disappointment. If that small thing was my brother what could I do with him? What was I able to do so with him much small and ugly?
A few months later with our aunt Erina.
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To practice the art of painting.

Painting. With the activity of to paint I get a painting. A picture is worth a thousand words. Painting, in function of noun: painted picture; act of applying paint. A product of painting especially: a work produced through the art of painting. The art or occupation of painting. Paint, in function of verb: apply color to a surface; create a work of art with paint; make a design on a surface with paint; put makeup on; describe something in words; apply with a brush like paint. To paint as transitive verb: to apply color, pigment, or paint to; to treat with a liquid by brushing or swabbing. To produce in lines and colors on a surface by applying pigments; to depict by such lines and colors; to decorate, adorn, or variegate by applying lines and colors. To paint as intransitive verb: to practice the art of painting.
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Sabato, Giugno 23, 2007
Dawn

Moments of end of the dawn that precede of few the aurora. Time of day when the sun rises above the horizon. In my 24490 day, 2007, June 23.
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Venerdi, Giugno 22, 2007
To progress with overlaps of color on dry fund.

Toward an effect of plan, next to the line of horizon, represented by the point most distant of the field of poppies. Every brushstroke produces a different effect due to the fund on which it is applied. The result will depend on to known how to dose the brushstrokes. It is an exercise to beat the brush.
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Giovedi, Giugno 21, 2007
An engagement.

I must now find the way to go out of the type of execution that I have realized. New job for today on a table that measures cm. 83 for cm. 118. A beautiful engagement for me.
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Mercoledi, Giugno 20, 2007
A field to Torcello.

To abdicate (to renounce) a web site as condition to make painting. The act of applying paint requires time as the update of a web site. It is necessary that I mediate among the two demands and that I opt for that I feel more mine among the two. In a great surface the start of a painting of a field to Torcello. In my 24486 day.
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Lunedi, Giugno 18, 2007
Thinning as a condition for to do.

My names of domain are in need of a thinning. The abandonment of some names of domain will consider the sites that I am not able to update.
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Sabato, Giugno 16, 2007
Senility, seniority and old age are the elderly period of life.

67 years define me in the senile age. Senility means old age and inevitably the condition caused by physical and/or mental impairments associated with old age Senility coincides to the last part of the human vital cycle. The age at the end of the middle life of the human cycle. Senility is more vulgarly said seniority or old age. Various euphemisms are used for pointing out the people in senile age. The elderly people have limited regenerative ability and they are more vulnerabilities to troubles, illnesses and syndromes in comparison to the other adults. In the senility a life has already been lived and therefore one has reached a good result. Every day that arrives increases the result already achieved. The result must be enjoyed and cuddled with new affairs. The new affairs constitute lifeblood. It is necessary to accept our own condition in the awareness that it is the only possible. A condition doesn't exist in which is not possible to cultivate affairs.
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Mercoledi, Giugno 13, 2007
Dream up proved to be his downfall

None of us two downfall the family of the other. Being friends it simply means to be together well without any purpose if not that to be happier.
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There are more things to do that days to live.

I have wondered me what is life. I respond me in this way: but why I set me this question? For me certain matters are not worthy of to be deepened. If I set me this matter, do I improve my life?
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Lunedi, Giugno 11, 2007
Big mystery

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Mystery

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Venerdi, Giugno 08, 2007
The dawn behind my house, 2007, June 7.

The light of the dawn derives from the refraction of the solar rays from the atmosphere: the sun is found under the horizon. The brightness of dawn is of a clear blue color.
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Lunedi, Giugno 04, 2007
Silone

From June 4 th 1940 to June 4 th 2007 they are passed 67 years. If this period is considered in days they have passed 24471 days. 67 years correspond to 804 months. All this happens today, day of my birthday. Life flows away as the run of the river.
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