Author: Marco Crescenzi
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La melodia del caos
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âNathan⌠smettila di cercare la perfezione. Il mondo, la vita, sono caotici. Non devi cercare lâordine che non câè, ma la melodia, il ritmo che anima il caos. Ascolta un poâ di jazz, non solo Bach.â CosĂŹ mi ha salutato Guglielmo da Baskerville stamattina, quando ho lasciato Montecassino. In realtĂ …
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The Melody of Chaos
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“Nathan⌠stop chasing perfection. The world, lifeâthey’re chaotic. Donât look for order where there is none. Find the melody, the rhythm that drives chaos. Listen to some jazz, not just Bach.” Thatâs how Guglielmo da Baskerville said goodbye this morning as I left Montecassino. His real name is Dom Benedetto,…
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The 32km Wall and the Long Project: Lessons from the Edge
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When I started training for my first marathon, I kept hearing about the infamous 32 km wall. At first, I thought it was just a metaphor. Then I hit it. Itâs real. The wall is that momentâusually around kilometer 32âwhen your bodyâs glycogen stores are nearly gone. Your muscles start…
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The Future Is VirtualâBut It Must Be Human
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âThroughout the history of our species, we humans have always imagined other, better futures for ourselves, intangible worlds that we expect to be more fulfilling and experientially rich than our daily lives. Our ability to visualize and believe in these futures is itself a cultural technology, one that we use…
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From Boardrooms to First Dates: The Surprising Affinity Between Dealmaking and Dating
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Today, on my way home from an important company event, I passed through the central station of Basel, the city where I live. Watching couples reconnect in front of the station entranceâsome rushing into each otherâs arms, others just quietly walking side by sideâI found myself reflecting on an analogy…
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III
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Mediterraneo Antico MareDa quante coste ti ho ammirato!Con quanti occhi ti ho amato! Oggi sei un infinito di intimitĂ impaurita,un mare nerodi braccia ed occhi supplicanti.Ad ogni approdoci prometti un viaggio nuovo, un paradiso di spiagge bianche,unâaltra isola felicescomparsa dalle carte nautiche,unâumanitĂ guaritaper noi figli di patrie sfortunate.Crescenzi, Marco. Il sentiero…
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III
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MediterraneanAncient Sea,From how many shores have I admired you!With how many eyes have I loved you!Today, you are an infinityof frightened intimacy,a black seaof pleading arms and eyes.At every landing,you promise us a new journey,a paradise of white beaches,another happy islandvanished from the nautical charts,a humanity healedfor us, children of…
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From Urgent Challenge to Groundbreaking Innovation
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My Journey into Extended Reality It was a Thursday in 2019, COVID-19 had just begun to spread globally, and I was in my office facing the challenge of conducting remote production inspections with customers. Maintaining operational efficiency while ensuring safety was critical. Little did I know, this moment would mark…
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Clarastrasse 10
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Unaware of the storyI cross the glass door Of a quiet Saturday afternoon, When you take my hands And guide me to the library of Babel.In the hexagonal roomA Horezu plate restsOn a Persian carpet,A Venetian maskWatches over the bookshelf.We gather around the table,And time stands still,As the brewery’s hum…
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Sperlonga
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Quando le cose andavano veramente male, Giancarlo ritornava a Sperlonga per qualche giorno.Era il suo modo per riconnettersi con la propria intimitĂ . Il suo spirito, romantico e malinconico, si rianimava a contatto con quei luoghi che gli suscitavano quelle che lui amava definire ârimembranze fortiâ. Faceva sempre lo stesso percorso…