E Vinci said, Let there be light and there was light!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
User Guide Brake Control 2030 Tekonsha
Oslo
A week of snow, cold, enchanted landscapes: oxygen I breathed in deeply!
E 'strange, Oslo ... Does not have the bold and breathtaking beauty of Stockholm, is more discreet, projected the future, with the Opera that overlooks the water and reflects it, with the skyscrapers under construction and the millions of museums.
And among these I was surprised to Edvard Munch museum, which unfortunately know more for the MULTI framework of The Sound and instead I found to be much more intense paintings, shocking, they do reflect, smile, move . I can not describe with knowledge of the facts, as would an art critic, but I know I have touched the soul and to do that there is no word that it serves.
Another place for the soul is the Vigeland Park, which houses sculptures of human bodies of men, women and children, either individually or in various poses: the crying child, the mother who embraces children, a couple with the baby ... small flash of real life, made even more impressive by the snow and the sun beginning to illuminate the city.
I hope to be able to review in another season, to appreciate more the colors brightened by the long summer days, while I keep in my heart the white snow, the red of the houses and the dark skies lit by Christmas lights. 
A week of snow, cold, enchanted landscapes: oxygen I breathed in deeply!
E 'strange, Oslo ... Does not have the bold and breathtaking beauty of Stockholm, is more discreet, projected the future, with the Opera that overlooks the water and reflects it, with the skyscrapers under construction and the millions of museums.
And among these I was surprised to Edvard Munch museum, which unfortunately know more for the MULTI framework of The Sound and instead I found to be much more intense paintings, shocking, they do reflect, smile, move . I can not describe with knowledge of the facts, as would an art critic, but I know I have touched the soul and to do that there is no word that it serves.
Another place for the soul is the Vigeland Park, which houses sculptures of human bodies of men, women and children, either individually or in various poses: the crying child, the mother who embraces children, a couple with the baby ... small flash of real life, made even more impressive by the snow and the sun beginning to illuminate the city.
I hope to be able to review in another season, to appreciate more the colors brightened by the long summer days, while I keep in my heart the white snow, the red of the houses and the dark skies lit by Christmas lights.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
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