mercoledì 13 ottobre 2010

Manus Costantini I

La mano destra della statua colossale di Costantino I, in una posizione sollevata, doveva reggere uno scettro con una croce.  



11 commenti:

  1. I miei complimenti Sciarada, ottime foto.
    Una splendida giornata Ciao

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  2. Ciao Sciarada, grazie della tua visita è bello rivederti. Complimenti per le tue foto sempre ottime.

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  3. Impressive piece of art and the details are superb!

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  4. Great photos, Sciarada. I would like to see the sceptre and the crown!

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  5. That is so life like, I thought it was real until I saw the translation to English !

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  6. Wah! Very special sculpture! Is the hand of Roman Imperor?

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  7. Sciarada le tue foto sono veramente colossali!!!!

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  8. Superb details you are capturing, Charade!

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  9. The Moon
    shines
    on a cat

    Meow

    As a native Swede, I am particularly proud of my love poetry suite Sonnets for Katie.

    My Poems

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    My poetry in French:

    Poétudes

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    Fremde Gedichte

    Casualidad sopla la sangre
    de alguno señor desconocido
    durante los pocos restantes
    momentos del resplandor de faroles

    que se vislumbran tras el follaje
    flameando de las obsesiónes
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    En aquel tiempo me levanta
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