Beauty Reflex

A dreamer that studies physics but loves photography.

I was born in late May 1987 in Sicily, and I'm still living "there"...

I run a website (PhotoNmessage) where I show all the pictures I've taken.

On this blog you can see:
a) Most of the things that I find surfing the web that I consider amazing, beautiful, interesting or just funny enough to worth a moment of our days.

b) At least once a day I try posting a picture of mine [tagged PhotoNmessage ].
You can reblog them as much as you want but please, as I always leave a link to the original source (when it's possible), don't remove the link to my website from the pictures.

c) some random crazy thoughts of mine.

If you have any question, you can ask here :)

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Note: I'm a native Italian speaker that mainly learn to speak English through the web, thus I hope you'll forgive me for my sometimes/often-crappy English.

Note 2: It happens I post things like music, video or some text in Italian without a translation in English because I often don't have the time to do a proper translation that will fully preserve the original meaning. At times I do translate but it doesn't mean it is the best translation available.
Ask me anything, I'll try to answer ;)

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March 9th, 2012

(Source: youtube.com)

January 22nd, 2012

Italian spelling

  • Me: insp...
  • Mom: eh?!?
  • me: insperata! La S non è una P!
  • Mom: Già...
May 24th, 2011
August 12th, 2010

Wow! I wish I were there too (not singing)! :)

June 19th, 2010

a light laugh always help ;)

May 28th, 2010

Si può fare…

(The day has come and nothing hoped happened, but still…)

May 2nd, 2010
April 23rd, 2010
April 4th, 2010
Happy Easter!

Happy Easter!

April 3rd, 2010

Ora ogni uomo ha il diritto di seppellire suo figlio.
Ogni uomo sulla terra, se ha questa grande sventura
Di non esser morto prima di suo figlio. E io solo, io, Dio,
con le braccia legate da quell’avventura,
Io solo in quel minuto padre dopo tanti padri,
io solo non potevo seppellire mio figlio.
E’ allora, o notte, che tu venisti.

- Charles Péguy -