“The large fishing device, made of intertwined trunks, planks and hawsers, gleamed like a huge white skeleton of an antediluvian amphibious being… it looked as if it had a life of its own, feelings and an appearance of a living being.” ~Gabriele D’Annunzio, The Triumph of Death.
My name is Giuseppe Marone, and I’m a photographer-at-heart
Born in Termoli (Molise), fifty-some years ago – back when Abruzzo and Molise were a single region – and since early 90s – when I started working as an engineer for a multinational company in Pescara – I have been living in Abruzzo. … A-Team :: Giuseppe Marone
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O, wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
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