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Iâve been passionate about Formula 1 since childhood. What has always drawn me in is the fusion of technological excellence and human precisionâmachines engineered at the edge of possibility, driven by athletes who operate within fractions of a second. AsâŠ
“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 morningâŠ
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 32âwhenâŠ
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 theseâŠ
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 quietlyâŠ
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 happyâŠ
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 safetyâŠ
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.WeâŠ
When things went really bad, Giancarlo would return to Sperlonga for a few days.It was his way of reconnecting with his inner self. His spirit, both romantic and melancholic, came alive in contact with those places that evoked what heâŠ
âExcellence is never an accident. It is always the result of high intention, sincere effort, and intelligent execution; it represents the wise choice of many alternatives – choice, not chance, determines your destiny.â – Aristotle  We live in aâŠ