Inglese?
Oh, Arya, piccola mia, soffiano venti selvaggi dentro di te.
Nel mio cuor dubitoso
sento bene una voce che mi dice:
“Veramente potresti essere felice".
Lo potrei, ma non oso.
Paura, Umberto Saba
Inglese?
No.
E' dell'Europa orientale?
« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
E' dell'Europa orientale?
Diciamo grosso modo di sì....
Ha lavorato in film con Ingrid Bergman?
« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
Ha lavorato in film con Ingrid Bergman?
Uhm... diciamo in qualche modo di sì, anche se da dietro le quinte...
Cosa vedono i miei occhi.. qui si è in alto mare.
Ebbene data la situazione un po' stagnante abbiamo concesso il rilascio di un indizio supplementare. La parola è dunque data a ilredelnord! ;)
Addio Got
"Lo scempio ha due teste"
Obbediamo!!! 
Secondo me sarà abbastanza risolutivo! ;)
4) 
Robert Capa?
« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
Robert Capa?
Scusate se ho tardato a rispondere ma non ho ricevuto la notifica da parte del forum! 
Esatto!!! 
Bravissimo Sharingan, si tratta proprio di Rober Capa, forse il più grande e famoso fotoreporter di guerra del Novecento, che ha documentato attraverso i suoi scatti le vicende di tutti i conflitti che si sono susseguiti dalla seconda metà degli anni Trenta alla guerra d'Indocina, nel corso della quale ha trovato la morte. Il primo indizio era riferito alla storia d'amore che le legò per due anni alla splendida Ingrid Bergman, mentre il secondo alla sua foto più celebre (e discussa), il miliziano colpito a morte durante la Guerra civile spagnola. Il terzo, risolutivo, alla sua attività.
Perfetto, a te!
« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
Reale?
Vivente?
Reale?
Sì
Vivente?
Sì
« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
Europea?
