#coccodrillo

[aitan]

Se ne è andato anche il secondo fratello Taviani.

#paolo taviani #coccodrillo #taviani #film #cinema

[serenamatroia]

#frasi #citazioni #steven irwin #coccodrillo #semplice #tentare #uccidere #mangiare #persone #persona #più #difficile #a volte #fingere #essere #prima #amici #amiche #amico #amica #serena ma troia #serena #troia

[marklinuberalle]

 Märklin

#märklin #märklin museum #märklin uber alles #coccodrillo

[ilblogdellestorie]

Un coccodrillo si tuffa dietro il vetro di un acquario al Dubai Crocodile Park di Dubai

#coccodrillo #animali #animal #dubai #ilblogdellestorie

[bearbench-img]

ワニ

鰐は、爬虫類の一種であり、主に熱帯や亜熱帯の淡水域に生息しています。彼らの特徴は、長くて丈夫な体、大きな口、鋭い歯、堅い鱗のある皮膚です。鰐は肉食動物であり、主に魚や小型哺乳類、鳥などを捕食しますが、時には大型の獲物も襲います。彼らは水中で素早く泳ぎ、獲物を待ち伏せるのに適した狩りの技術を持っています。鰐は一般的に単独で生活しますが、繁殖期にはメスと交尾し、巣を作って卵を産むことがあります。鰐は過去に絶滅の危機に瀕していましたが、保護活動の成果により、一部の種は数を増やしています。しかし、依然と��て彼らの生息地の減少や密猟による脅威があります。

手抜きイラスト集

#鰐 #crocodile #coccodrillo #cocodrilo #Krokodil #手抜きイラスト #Japonais #bearbench

[modnisleva]

Coccodrillo

https://www.modnisleva.cz/letak/coccodrillo/

Coccodrillo

#Coccodrillo #Hypermarkety #letáky #řetězce

[twistedwhitesnow]

#crocodile #🐊 #coccodrillo #gummy #caramelle gommose #candies #🍬 #sugar #zucchero #on the road #per strada #dolciumi #sweets

[emilioalessioloiacono]

🔵 Il corpo di un pescatore ritrovato nello stomaco di un coccodrillo 👉 Leggi l’articolo: https://medicinaonline.co/2023/05/03/corpo-pescatore-stomaco-coccodrillo/ ✅  #coccodrillo #pescatore #fatalità #morte #notizie #EmilioAlessioLoiacono #MedicinaOnLine

#coccodrillo #medicina online #emilio alessio loiacono

[simonegallina]

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#alligatore #animals #art #coccodrillo #India #photography #street

[alessiomalventi]

Per molti Jean-Renè #Lacoste è l'inventore del famoso brand sportivo del coccodrillo 🐊. In realtà fu un grande campione del tennis e ispirò la costruzione del grande #staderolandgarros. Al contrario, l'uomo da cui prende il nome lo stadio, #rolandgarros, non ebbe mai nulla a che fare con il tennis 🎾, essendo stato un pilota d'aerei durante la #primaguerramondiale #🇮🇹 #🇨🇵 #stadio #france #francia #tennis #coppadavis #grandeslam #polo #coccodrillo #moda #sport #visitfrance #volgofrance #volgofrancia #volgoparis #ig_europe #igersparis #travelphotography #travel #viaggi #viaggio #visitparis #ig_parigi #viaggiare #travelgram (presso Stade Roland Garros) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cor5PzqsTFo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#lacoste #staderolandgarros #rolandgarros #primaguerramondiale #🇮🇹 #🇨🇵 #stadio #france #francia #tennis #coppadavis #grandeslam #polo #coccodrillo #moda #sport #visitfrance #volgofrance #volgofrancia #volgoparis #ig_europe #igersparis #travelphotography #travel #viaggi #viaggio #visitparis #ig_parigi #viaggiare #travelgram

[labibliotecachenonce]

Nella Pietroburgo di metà Ottocento un funzionario statale viene inghiottito da un coccodrillo in mostra nella galleria più in voga della città. Dall'interno dello strano animale Ivan Matveic si appresta a diventare un filosofo, pronto a dettare alla madre patria la via da percorrere per accogliere il progresso e l'arrivo di un nuovo ceto sociale, figlio del mercato: la borghesia. Audiolibro completo.

#audiolibro #biblioteca #c'è #che #coccodrillo #completo #d'onofrio #dostoevskij #fedor #il #incompleto #ita #italiano #jacopo #la #luigi #non #pacioni #racconto #russia

[aitan]

Se ne è andato anche Shane McGowan.

Aveva solo 65 anni.

Sua la più bella canzone di natale degli anni '80 (tanto per dirne una). Ma quella la metterò in suo ricordo durante le feste.

Con The Pogues fece da apripista al genere folk punk in cui includo anche i Mano Negra, Les Négresses Vertes e i Gogol Bordello (tutti fan dei Clash imbevuti di alcol, rock e tradizione, in qualche modo).

Qui l'ho vedete e lo ascoltate insieme con Nick Cave.

#Shane McGowan #coccodrillo #the pogues #Pogues #nick cave #rock #punk #folk #folk punk #mano negra #music #Youtube

[martiandmanu]

I will call you Fred! My new friend! Find this little #crocodile #gettingtan in this #sunnyday of #autumn in #teddington #england #relax #column #muschio #colonna #autunno #giornatadisole #coccodrillo #toy #giocattoli #prendendoilsole #picoftheday (presso Teddington, Middlesex, Uk) https://www.instagram.com/p/CloQI4Ls_UF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#crocodile #gettingtan #sunnyday #autumn #teddington #england #relax #column #muschio #colonna #autunno #giornatadisole #coccodrillo #toy #giocattoli #prendendoilsole #picoftheday

[gideon-ephraim]

Coccodrillo

#Coccodrillo

[rebloggario]

Vivo sotto scacco della donna coccodrillo

}Rebloggario

#donna #coccodrillo #scacchi #scaccomatto

[per-oceanum]

I.

Elio doesn’t talk about his mother often. His parents in general, really; it's a topic he tends to avoid. There are no portraits to remember what Francesca looked like, nor any of Gian Carlo. He still doesn’t know what happened of his cousin, of his aunt and uncle- if they had survived the slaughter, or if they, too, were amongst the rubble of the former island known as Isole Del Carrozze.

When he looks in the mirror, he sees them both. He got his father’s skin tone; rich honey paired with pale olive undertones that appear almost grey, depending on the season and how little sun he’d gotten. His mother’s bone structure- a sharp jawline, the delicate bridge of his nose before it’d been cut into, shattered by Whitebeard’s blade, paired with high cheekbones that speak of aristocracy in the Northern Blue. His eyes were from his father, gold in tone and nearly reptilian in nature. They were a beautiful couple; both tall, both smart, both complimentary. To his mother’s harsh edges, his father’s gentle curves soothed.

( In a way, he mirrored them both after the procedure. Barrel chested like his father, harsh edges like his mother, with scars upon his chest to remind him of what once was, and what would never be again. )

Muscle memory still exists in the recesses of his mind; notes of a pianoforte that had been destroyed beneath a Buster Call thirty-six years ago. Classical pieces that belonged in the marble theater that had once existed upon the island. The gentle strokes of a paintbrush that longs to touch canvas once more. She’d made sure he had been well trained in the arts. Francesca had been a singer, a voice like a bird, high and wavering and pretty, a natural born soprano. He’d been an alto, and then a tenor, and now- a baritone, if he were to sing.

He still does, on occasion. Murmuring the lyrics to himself as he works, a wavering baritone of a rumble. “O partigiano portami via, o bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao. O partigiano portami via, che mi sento di morir.” A folk song. Even now, he can see himself standing on that boat as the flames began to lick across the island, listening to the sounds of his people singing as they tried to fight against the World Government.

Sole survivor.

#new world symphony; character study #the fall of the house of conti; [ history ] #la madre del coccodrillo; francesca conti #il padre del coccodrillo; gian carlo conti #;long post;