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There is a time for everything in life, there is a season for everything under heaven






time to be born, time to die,
time planting, a time to uproot,
time to kill, time to cure,
time to demolish, build time,
time to weep, a time to laugh,
time of mourning, a time of revelry,
time to throw away stones,
time to gather stones,
time to embrace, time off,
time to look, time to lose,
time to save, time to throw away, tearing
time, time to sew,
time to be silent, time to talk,
time to love, time to hate;
wartime, peacetime.

or Ecclesiastes Book of Ecclesiastes Chapter 3

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I saw a picture in a submerged bell, and I found out that Atlantis was not the only to disappear in the space of a day and a night of misfortune ... There is an Italy
disappearance, a ' Lost from Italy people, and I have found last night in a mysterious mansion, also deleted from the memory and existence, but magically reborn.
In Naples, the road that follows the old Decumano Spaccanapoli Less is known for his strange way to split exactly in two cities.
No one could ever imagine, not many people know, but hides a secret garden ... Spaccanapoli
Palazzo Venezia was the seat of the Serenissima Republic of Venice from 1412, but was completely abandoned and ignored by people for years.
Mocciola Antonio last night presented his book "The streets hidden" in the secret garden and forgotten Palazzo Venezia, Spaccanapoli. A
Palace forgot to tell the forgotten countries, countries lost, missing or hidden ones, colored ones from the shadows, as he likes to call them Antonio.
I walked in the streets of Good night, I visited the church of San Pietro Infine, I played cards in the bar of the square of Stramentizzo and I drank a glass of ruby \u200b\u200bred Nardodipace of the inn. The man went away from here, sometimes migrating, sometimes because of the nature rebelled at times because the progress was more important than the man himself and of his soul.
But the soul can not be erased, and Antonio is that she tells us, tells the stories of the soul, talks about the broken dreams and lost memory.
Twenty-one countries, twenty-one stories, twenty-one souls of an Italy remote.
No, Mocciola Antonio does not want to talk simply of an Italy abandoned his desire is to tell the emotion of a country to be discovered.