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Salvados por la Belleza - Saved by Beauty

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You have the right to make your own choices, but you also have the obligation to follow them.

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The colors in these stunning aerial photos haven’t been enhanced. They’re just a sampling of the diversity of hues found around the earth’s surface captured by Bernhard Edmaier for his EarthART: Colors of the Earth book.

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Matemáticas y poesía

Amos Oz.- Natan Alterman dijo alguna vez que si por algún embrujo las matemáticas desaparecieran del mundo, la poesía sería llamada a sustituirlas.

IMAGEN | Obra de Nikki Graciano

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Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina (±1525-1594) Missa O Sacrum Convivium

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One hundred and one by Tim Flach

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Mount Shasta (by Mark Stensaas)

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'The world outside my window', espectacular vídeo de imágenes desde la ISS (David Peterson).

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"Vivaldi Tribute". Tina S cover

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maybe i should put this on my ‘plonk’ for tomorrow’s psychology exam :D

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Ward Miles - First Year - OFFICIAL

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Profiles of Milan Residents Perfectly Merged with Architecture

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The Fairy and the Pillars of Creation

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Takachiho Gorge by Hirotomo Ema

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Arcangelo Corelli Sonata for Violin, Viol and Harpsichord, Op. V, Sonata III in C-major - Adagio Sigiswald Kuijken (violin), Wieland Kuijken (violoncello), Robert Kohnen (harpsichord) x

They tuned their strings, that pleasant tentative wailing, and as they tuned Jack said, ‘What do you say to our old Correlli in C major?’ ‘With all my heart,’ said Stephen, poising his bow. He paused, and fixed Jack’s eye with his own: they both nodded: he brought the bow down and the ‘cello broke into its deep noble song, followed instantly by the piercing violin, dead true to the note. The music filled the great cabin, the one speaking to the other, both twining into one, the fiddle soaring alone: they were in the very heart of the intricate sound, the close lovely reasoning, and the ship and her burdens faded far, far from their minds.

—Patrick O’Brian, Desolation Island