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I'm listening to "Back to Life" by Giovanni Allevi ... His music is poetry, it makes me experience emotions, sometimes new.
If I close my eyes I can imagine in many different situations.
Who knows what were the feelings of Allevi while composing ... I feel so sweet and sad at the same time ... like life.

Yes, life is just so ... sweet as love, because as children, such as a cup of hot chocolate drink while chatting with friends. Other times, it is sad how the rain behind the window of my room, like an unrequited love or the look of a man surrendered.

As a child I believed that life had only one side ... that sweet.
not long ago when she began to show his other appearance.

Sometimes I can still hear the worried voice of my mother was ... early morning and I was in bed.
remember that it did not give much weight to his voice, which he said he wanted to call the doctor, but then she told me that I have found with my own eyes.
I entered the room of my parents ... I burst into tears without saying anything ... I did not know what happened to my father, but I felt it was something bad.
brain stroke ... and many difficult buzzword: paralysis of the arm and left leg ... This is the report of the emergency room.

E 'was the darkest period of my life ... in the hospital room I have seen patients abandoned by doctors and nurses, their painful sores, piled into dormitories dormitory military.
Later my father moved in the rehabilitation ward ... he had found a bit 'of his humor, but just entered the new room, said "This is not rehabilitation but resuscitation" ... rehabilitation because there was nothing ... it was only a seedy parking patients.

Now we have come out since that time, my father still does not walk, but we found a balance in managing a difficult situation, but there are nights when I wake up with fear that my affections, my life be taken away, so I stay awake until he starts e. .. a new day come back to life.

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Marco Stagnozzi:

One of my work is in competition in the Shaatchi Gallery Showdown! Let me look good! :)

Click on the link below and choose the vote with the stars:

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The work is in the race: "The Hand" acrylic and oil on canvas with splashes of glaze 50x70 file size currently on display at the library Bore Fabriano.



THANKS

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Presentations, Interviews and Reviews of the collection "The changing meaning of the Human" LORENZO Ramadori




YOU CAN FIND ON THE WEB ...
the review interview Lorenzo Ramadoro
on MokaWeb
(linked to his recently published book)


and the review of Lorenzo Allegrini
posted 10 September




Among other ,
The author will be committed in Rome in two presentations
and a radio interview


Fri 30 November at 18
presentation along with four books published by The Wire
library Liber.menTE, Via del Pellegrino 94 (Rome)
(near Piazza Chiesa Nuova)
intervene writer Dandolo Travaglia


Mon 10 December at 18
presentation
library Revival, a Dark because of workshops (Roma)
rapporteur Cristina Antonia Calamaro
(for those if your question ... that shop
Dark, already!)


Thu 13 December 21-23 hours will be held
transmission The Moon and the Bonfire which will go live
with a brief radio interview.
(radio New Area Radio is widespread only in the Lazio region
frequency 88.10 but you can listen live on the site www.elleradio.it )

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Our group appeared on the site MokaWeb , a portal art which until now has about 60,000 visitors.

title of the operator: Violetta ,
result of the colaboration of
Mears
Elisa & Lorenzo
Ramadoro

(work exhibited for the first time during the event for Degrowth last April)

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PENNEDOKA CLOSE!

already in another post we talked about the magazine Pennedoka-Pennebik . The magazine was created
dall'Informagiovani of Alexandria in cooperation with local groups such as the anonymous artists, as well as our own group.

Unfortunately, after just six issues the town of Alexandria has decided to incorporate the magazine with its other magazines, reducing de facto autonomy a magazine that had become voice and a showcase of many young people.

With this post I want to express regret for a magazine dedicated to young artists who, for once, was treated so inpeccabile-level graphics.
A magazine that many of us have taken as an example for the realization of such a magazine here in Fabriano.
A project for now is very far away ...

We thank the editorial staff of Pennedoka for giving us the opportunity to be published in his magazine, in hopes that their magazine is resumed as soon as possible.

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parallel stripes, LORENZO Ramadori book Tales curiously iridescent n.17 __commento Giulia Massini __foto "Tunnel Vision" kwsanders

With this number closes the book, I thank all the contributors who have shown and commented on the stories. Without whom this book would not be the same.

confession read this diary, the reader, like a spy, is introduced in the private territory of the narrative of a state of mind, plagued by the uncertainties of amorous desire against which the ego involved maintains a stubborn struggle: 's love as a disease and as a privileged vehicle for probing the inner life.










winked at me. I can not think of another ... The road
.
I remember the long dark tongue split in half by two constants white lines. Constants, obtuse in not wanting to ever encounter.
I know, does not meet the more a woman like her.
Now I feel it. As a gash on his head. Or maybe it's a hard body that rises from the stomach.
A swallow on the contrary, such as vomiting, more indistinct, broken.
The car has traveled the route. The change of gears. Slow.
The first to fourth. The tight curves did not allow mistakes. Inattention, a second, and I found myself having to break my bike straight.
aroused by the thought I do not know which one. The headlights of the car against schiantatimisi like mad dogs. My eyes, helpless prey.
is how I hurt you, and tears. They are fragile.
peeps. I'm confused. Long eyelashes are not just a dream. Perhaps it is another.
arrived at the table, I did not know what to say. It was one of those days crumbling.
not of bodies in pieces, no. It looks like more to sell a lie. You know, when it surrenders any nonsense and serenity takes over your mood. You're well on yourself, just do not accept the presence of others.
you are unwelcome, unsuitable for that your perfect little world you've created.
sat down, she was distant. Three, maybe four places. Too many. However



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forgetful moments, LORENZO Ramadori book curiously iridescent No Tales 16 __commento Lorenzo Allegrini __illustrazioni Elisa Mears

This is the 50th book I publish in the newspaper and I would consider a good result to make known to the readers.


The balance in the market is the only possible Mooren, as his father taught him: to learn to expose themselves without offending. But the main character meets early so the idea of \u200b\u200bdeath, and the sense of a society disintegrates without salvation. The size of the market, whether absolute, in the midst of an economic crisis is capable of destroying the man individually. And, as always, is the weak perish.




My first memory as a child is a floor that is getting closer. Then the fall stops, and I find myself in the air, saved in extremis from my father. Smiling I lay on the wall and says "you're always careful not to overreach too, remains in balance and you will always live well." At the time I was 3 years yes and no, but remember those words as they were today. Is it because he repeated the phrase three hundred other times?
My father,,, was for him any movement is superfluous. Stability is the first foundation. Never lean over too much. Never say too much, never get mixed up in "extremism". So I did. I watch television, read books, magazines, grooming. And always, always find pros and cons of everything, so that in the end I must remain stationary.

I raise my pen and tears in the paper. As it was my hand. I hold her down hard. Until the tip breaks.
A blue spot spreads leaking on the floor, splashing his hand.


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the Other (1), LORENZO Ramadori-book stories curiously iridescent n.14 comment Federica Pallotta illustration Elisa Mears

In our small, in our world happen to know people who have the same problems as the two characters of the story of Lorenzo. Two lovers who fight the hardest of evil: the drug addiction, which leads to loneliness. Because if you start when you are full of friends, with friends, then leave you to rot with all the mess. Prophesy who for the first time you offered it, I sold it, but whoever put the money you, selfish creature that day wanted to experience what it is drugs, cocaine, heroin. Knowing that nobody will be able to get you out, maybe you'll inspire you to never start. Knowing that the sucks you still die before what fate has decided for you, push you not to touch it, and when somebody will offer it, take it and throw it in the toilet.





The bed is soaked, full of sweat
I see him tossing and turning between the sheets. The pick like a puppy from protecting himself from his fears. A hug is a legacy of past clear.
The kiss on the forehead, the quakes are decreased.
Then she goes back from the bowels.
You, The Other. What the'ha taken away from me. The disgusting that it wants to cuddle. But I do not give up. Do not let him leave the arms. Force him into a cage of love and care, until she will be only a memory. An obscure piece of his past to cast into oblivion. I love this man's broad-shouldered wren reduced to skin and nerves. Tense, his eyes lost in the vast whiteness of the ceiling.
The sunlight passes through the room, pausing with his rays at the foot of the bed.
His is a variable that rises and descends shaking intensity. She has made him fearful, capable of being afraid. Showed him the possibility of death from accompanying him to the brink. He has seen below and has not forgotten. We can not forget such a vision. Such a compelling presence death.
is there. Palpable, at your side.
and any more than possible. Every time I see you know of its two faces, you know that might reveal his skeletal face. Kidnap, taken away.
No more for a short period. No longer a game. You know she could kill you. From then on you live in fear. He trembles, he swears. There rages on others. You are no longer a group of friends but a bunch of money hungry. It has puppets, subjects, slaves. And when you realize the reality of truth in the clichés of the parents, it's too late. It feels shit, it was nothing.
But I have a goal. A specific purpose and will not allow you take it away.
a start again and lose my train of thought. I curl around my man. I keep it close to me, to my body. The head resting on my breast, the baby cot.



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the Other (2), LORENZO Ramadori-book stories curiously iridescent n.15 ___commento Giulia Massini illustration of Elisa Mears

Dependency an uncontrollable need to constantly take the desired object, even at the expense of their health and tranquility of a balanced life and "correct." You can develop in a totally unconscious, in bad company, giving intolerance, the desire to mess things up for no reason, or simply responding to the insecurities and the presence of other questions that troubled within, silently each inhabits us. This voice tells us what you know about him by his guest thoughts arise in "regular" image crisis, the idea of \u200b\u200bself-destruction. The gory evidence of losing the highway may also be short, as we suggest the two poems, but this does not prevent a fight to the malaise groped at least embracing the sharing and love of those who are willing to risk to save us. You never know who is the beginning of a new life, a hope brood soul which offsets a little of the dark side of desire.






Inside

A premonition
paralyzed hand
Before the sun went out in my eyes too


Sparks, sketches memory
They have passed through

By opening our eyes to my condition
the miracle of procreation that is repeated time lying


And I am next
Just a little more
top of the earth where rests

Around the silence leaves its marks
Cupo Magone
discomfort
The impotence of those who clenches his fists
With the knowledge of the defeated

Like me, her parents discouraged
Pierced

Afflicted

do not know yet ...
Rest in me a son
Built
Created
About a gap


A new life opened with an inevitable death

A son
A small seed planted in the body in
Conficcatomi

Horrible
Duro
Dark
This comparison
Yet spontaneously
A life sucked out by a needle
A Life injected into the belly

Andrea

A last goodbye before it runs away
I'll try to give a new future for the small
I'll try as I did with you I will not fail this time

Please

Believe in me ... have faith in the words woman's body that I keep in

Bud

is a flow
This consecutive series of meetings in
Quest'imbattersi unknown
learning from them and love them the density of their life

grows day by day, grows smaller
and every day I remember who you were

The presence of my man beside her
not remove our time together talking
Lying In
need to give us comfort

Eventually the bastard did not have a complete victory over us
You
And he proves it is a kind and loving father

Though stubborn and ugly

But the appearance does not count
standoti next
I learned how little of the form
Compared to content

Her smile shines
His promises shine
Candide
Fruit
clear water gushed from impure


Bud to protect
waiting to see
Its branches spread across the sky

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WANTED BACK TO LIFE ... (?)

Who tells me: "You're a pessimist," I reply: "I'm just a realist."

I dedicate this post to a topic much debated in our society ... and hot work.

They are neither the first nor the only one talking about it, but since a blog is a place where ideas, feelings, thoughts are told, I'll write about my experience, that, in this case, the detection of the first use.

After graduation, satisfied for the achievement and the desire to get involved, I started send resumes to the right and left.

I open a parenthesis about it and let me give some advice to those who, like me, a novice, he started looking for a job.

carefully read the job creams ... all those who do not appear to be clear or not related to your professional profile ... otherwise, you waste your time, which could be invested more profitably in a specific search .

I happened to send my resume to a company whose announcement was rather vague: "looking figures in the field of marketing, administrative, commercial , a couple of hours after sending, via e-mail, a nice young lady contacted me on the phone to confirm receipt of the curriculum and after I made an appointment for the interview ... of course, without hesitation a moment, I accepted a 40-tooth smile, so happy because the mixed emotions of having to finally take the field was so great that I have sprouted new teeth :)

The next day I went at ... . I went into an apartment and made me sit in a room ... looked like the waiting room of the family doctor ... other young people like me, curriculum in hand, good suits and shoes, waiting their turn.

When it's mine, a guy incravattato prissy and air ... maybe too much ... I did mention to get into another room, where he, behind a desk, he began to talk, talk, talk ... but of what? ... The company for which he worked. ... Blah, blah, blah .... But about what the company really took care not a word, . ... Questions about myself to know more: no , .... just blah, blah, blah.

dismissed me saying that I had to come back the next day to show the work that, in case I had taken, I would have to deal ...

I remember that coming out of that apartment, I had a big question mark " ? "" ... printed in large letters on my head ... was, in fact, developing in me the idea that I had lost time and that probably I had come across a company not serious ...

Fortunately, the next day I decided not to introduce myself ... decision was never more providential ... In fact, some time later, speaking with a friend I came to know that the company was responsible for services, or better, manage sellers ... far nothing strange ...

The second day you are getting into a car with others, who are already working, showing in What is the job ... ie: propose offers "affordable" or less to small traders of a reference zone, without a minimum of training and professionalism .... but here it is not surprising ... more!

Nothing against those who work or have worked in this area with a similar approach ... however, there seems to be a correct method personal search? ... I do not think of altrocanto ... we must learn to be more careful when we make a job search.

After that I made other selections, fortunately for serious companies ... but the job did not come ...

reading a newspaper ... of the many types of Informagiovani Trovalavoro now do not even remember ... more as well (I have bought many, besides being registered in many websites ... Infojob, Monster, Stage Door, Adecco, ...) I was struck by the news that work has become search for many a job ....

... From the day of my graduation spent months I spent at the computer to send candidatures, respond to ads ... every morning and often in the afternoon, almost like a job.

The same article reported that employ young people in the South almost two years to find their first job, unlike those who live in the north, where instead of spending only a few months .... Guess' where I live? ... in the South ... sun, sea, beautiful colors, but this sad news was beginning to hang over my head like the sword of Damocles.

Over time, I realized that the mere degree is not enough and that I should specialize more with a master because it is what companies currently require ... otherwise, to put it to Celentano, you're out ... that is why I decided to enroll a master who, thanks to the program "Hot Spirits" of my region, I was funded entirely ... a great opportunity for my career and for those who, like me, have received the scholarship.

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WHO SAID THAT WE FIND IT? CHOCOLATE AND STRAWBERRY

Many years have passed by history of Pierrot ... but the taste of its existence is still chocolate and strawberry ... or maybe rum and chocolate strawberries.
continues to search for that purpose in life that will redeem him from his mediocrity.

Siddhartha said: "when someone tries ... so easily happens that the eye loses its ability to see anything, out of the one that tries and fails to find anything in itself, because I always think only what he seeks, because it has a purpose, because it is owned by its purpose. Seek means to have a purpose. But finding means: being free, to remain open, have no purpose. "

They sound so simple ... his words ...

Pierrot should stop trying, otherwise will be trapped in his fears ... anxiety about finding a job, a house, a place to pursue his dreams ...

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Darkness is all around him, there is only light that illuminates the arena of the circus begins his show.
With that tension can not even speak, words would break in front of the aridity of the curious crowd. The balanced watching from the audience, moves with uncertain steps, one foot is not positioned properly.
He's afraid, you realize how fragile to be there. Is about to fall and there is no network that can protect him. Under him, the waves of the sea assures him, dives from his rope with eyes closed and the depth is going to swallow his mind. A sigh is still alive, but is of little value if it fails to rise, remaining motionless and terrified with the water under his nose.
The fat lady's hands and trusting his hand in his eye recognizes love. He would like to thank her with a kiss, but his body is still cold. It's late, he sees his friend Angel fly away from this circus, the rope he 's chased too quickly.
The show is now finished and did not like anyone. The balanced
cries out deaf, emotionally charged, would try to walk on the rope, but climbing the stairs is no longer forces and realize that others have left. E 'was only in that arena. He retired as
in his dressing room and in front of a mirror, his white face is fragmented, with a brush while you drop a droplet black on his left cheek.
The owners of the circus have never believed in the role of balance, be happy now that Pierrot has returned to his old form. A time between the floats paraded with his sad face looking to entertain and have fun, but then thought it can not always live with that look static and thoughtful, why he decided to take the risk of the rope.
Now, however, his attempt failed bitterly, no one notices his pain. Pierrot is stretched to its small moon, hanging by a thread on a nail in the wall, trying to doze off wonders what pleasure will have his life, thinks for a moment and replies: "It will still chocolate and strawberry . Then he closes his eyes and finally becomes air.

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Art Exhibit Group Saltatempo the portico of St. Francis

a success or a hole in the water? Mark Stagnozzi

FABRIANO - It closed yesterday, the exhibition of young artists staged last Thursday, at the multi-ethnic festival organized by the Circolo ARCI di Fabriano. Great effort of a few organizers and little interest in citizenship has given it a test of strength of the young, naive but stubborn. Accountability is perhaps a little publicity of the event, or Fabriano habit of finding the gallery closed. However, the exposure has counted more than 500 visitors, including the sculptor and painter Barbarossa Moschini. A principle worthy of a trail that I hope has increased glorious followed. Congratulations to those who made it all possible and thanks to the visitors who enjoyed, in my opinion, a show of undeniable charm and originality.

Special Thanks : Emanuela and Cristina Pucci, Lorenzo Ciavola, my dad.

Marco Stagnozzi

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first work published in The Ramadori LORENZO Wire Editor, Group Mursia __________ (pp. 260, € 16)

The picture on the cover was designed by Stefano Ramadoro

The real and the virtual, the digital frame and resist still in competition and there are also those who use them simultaneously, navigating in with ease. One of them is just
Lorenzo Ramadori, so I thought it best to warn you in time; caveat to advise you not to neglect the reading at the time that you meet with a period which, in your opinion, does not flow well, or is, for the less dark, according to the canons of common cultural trends that you know already. This is true both for the style - original, creative - that often fly across the between the real and the unreal fiction. The characters
de The changing meaning of the Human intertwine in dialogues full of feelings and daily confidence, crossed, not infrequently, by moralizing and scathing judgments about the society of two thousand, which, however, is taking place towards full three thousand scenarios.
Prose, free, clash or meets avant-garde poetry and love songs, the pair of living everywhere, is done easily in the "make love" that distinguishes the young blood in the flow of easy company "Doppelganger".
- From the foreword by Dandolo Travaglia-


The changing meaning of the Human first game is a collection of a single novel, "Barjack & Dijana ", which were later joined by other stories that you forward in new directions in the analysis of a human nature whose real capacities are to be discovered.
In a blend of science, magic and religion in fact try to find a stable vision able to place the foundations for a real human growth. A magic that springs from the creative capacity resulting from a process of inner growth.
The magic in this story is not a gift which belongs to a privileged caste of people but the result of understanding and faith in their abilities.
Of course, my idea is, the impression of a philosophy of life. A vision that is not important as such, the significant factor in the entire work is the key role given to the imagination (and perceptions) in the possibility of change in human history.
A key, a way to reflect and inspire the imagination towards a future that should not necessarily be a mere projection of the market logic that moved the twentieth century.
- Author -


The official page of the book, the site of the publishing house, you can find by clicking HERE

If you then click the site www.lorenzoallegrini.tk/ to post September 10. There is the opinion of Lorenzo
Allergrini on my book, and my brief (so to speak) comment.

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TIME geezer, Lorenzo Ramadoro book Tales curiously iridescent n.13 comment Luca Fiorani

photo: Time after time by jef safi

What is immortality, if nothing Grim's dream, by posterity grown and evolved, over the centuries to become the maximum intake of people today.
This track winds through the dilated time of perhaps two or more lives, until the memory, can keep memories alive. What binds the hero of the past is nothing but the image of the beauty of the face of the first beloved, indelible image is the only fragment of what the days have gradually faded.
This is another, with his white lips to kiss and her warmth, real, palpable and that
that there may be more alive in a relationship that might seem normal ... with the only difference that he has two hundred years or more far-fetched, but fate, destiny, perhaps a little eccentric, he decided that he'll have to do what others, childish and unnecessary efforts have longed for, breaking against the inevitable end, the transition, will now be free from the torments of land. He is allowed to live and feel, the sound of his voice echoing through the centuries. When the embarrassment of having to do the ferryman of the other lives and see the flow, such as candles go out, become anxiety, fear of perpetual loneliness and pain, become almost unbearable, the unique and irreplaceable medicine will heal from this illness, "Love!"
Good reading.
Luca Fiorani




I feel give the pen and the heart slow down, brakes on life.

memories to be relived in the skin of the observer as a ghost ... Another effect of this swirl of time. It took me back and rejected. With a blink of an eye I came back. I crossed back ...
time, see the threat of being white eyelashes, hair thinning, skin
down ... After finishing, they are relegated to a new life. The first one was granted more time. And I did not know ...



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Preparation Multiethnic Festival

Saturday 1 and Sunday, September 2 the headquarters of the Event Horizon will be open to accommodate all members (including volunteers and non-members, with particular reference to the Group Saltatempo ) for the preparation of the material stuff river for the Festival of Multi-ethnic culture. You can safely stay at home carrying a sleeping bag and stuino (for those who still had not clear the house of Tatiana, see address below). For those who want some of us are already on the scene Friday evening. if you want to bring something to eat, or we will spend together. Saturday morning at 10:00 we will be operating and start working. then you do not get too smart, presenting for dinner ...
Take care, we really need a hand because it's paint and scarabbocchiare over several meters of cloth, if we are many and everyone does a little bit there in a hurry recently, everything else becomes heavier and the times are getting longer ...
also, time permitting, we both started in the production of any item sold, perhaps even 'recycled' materials: If you have any ideas it's time to get them out, and bring maybe you need to carry them out!

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President

Gabriele Bianchini

Event Horizon Association for Social Promotion

Loc S. Martin No. 5, 60040 Genga (AN) Tel 3497159929 Fax 0732626831


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Water, between man and loneliness. Daniela De Maria

The melancholy of an old alliance between man and nature, dominates me, growing up. The noose tightens and in a moment of solitude she's the only one to keep me company, languishing down, between my eyes and the infinite.

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Ode

Gabriele Bianchini

And suddenly in the summer the winter,
closed eyes I dream of.
Abandonment, silent oblivion.
Your voice is heard,
come from afar,
like wind in the desert, then
sandstorm
remove and confuses every path.
E 'where time loses meaning. Here
our lips dry chase,
among the ruins of a world unknown,
towering cliffs of a lost kingdom.
was this then?
The event horizon stretches out before us,
infinite and invisible within walking distance

we perceive in our bare feet,
on our skin.

your eyes, my eyes
:
meet. Then
close.
Your hand,
my arms.
Then the light ...
Flames of infinite light ...
And 'the sun.
welcomes us.

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of Gabriele Bianchini

Every night you will fall at the feet of your vision
overwhelmed by the ferocity of your beauty,
feel like a breath behind me,
the gentle caress of a scythe.
Then my body will fall for frames. In silence and torpor. Death
Oh, deliver me from the need!
Accept this statue as a gift in your lap to dream!
Oh ... let me fall,
sinking in the dark velvet of sleep here
his kisses there. Our
Roses, our children ... run!
Seas of grass in the breeze of twilight red
... And you, lily naked beauty. Our hearts
collect wild
the scent and the sky is reflected in those eyes ...

Then look around and say hello to me while smiling humility hysterically
are the Man,
glowing like a sun and leaves you tired
horizon, with his head bowed

already and neck in the night:
the impossible becomes empty,
pouring all his junk on the ground, that seemed to shimmer
so avidly!
... Tomorrow I awake free!
and light
as air.

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OTHER TIMES, Lorenzo Ramadoro _ heading Tales curiously iridescent n.12 illustration of Maria Daniela De Lorenzo

With this issue, I greet the players for the holidays. I leave you with a tale light, tasty, suitable for young and old, seasoned with a bit of skepticism for the present and hope for tomorrow. A story that draws our land, hurled the past into the future.
Good reading.

illustration Daniela De Maria

C ' was a curious excuse that was used when we were young.
When a woman was the one married, and acceptance, and no longer thought that there could be no better women than she. When we did not need
networks in order to feel part of a group. When he was less alone and more serene.
When you saw the stories do not really, but you images into stories by the fire.
When the gym was getting up at dawn and ward off the sheep. Picking up trash or sweeping the floor with a pointed stick. Or pick fruit and harvest grain. And there were no ecological operators, elderly, or other similar words. When you do not feel offended at being called peasants. When the
eat a steak once a month but I can taste it, and saw the halves on the plate while the cocevi.
When ordinary people had no need to crap or Saturday nights to cheer the evening. It was enough wine, and no killed died at the wheel, because it remained in the country.
Now there is that if you follow this road takes you everywhere. We can also go to England, where are all crazy and just get you to change your life. Once was enough just to see how he was traveling. Did you know that there were enemies, for some red ones were beyond the sea, other than those overseas ...

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Ramadoro released in a public

LORENZO Ramadori has been reported in the national competition "Echoes of Memory 2006 - poetry and love letters "and published collection edited by the homonymous cultural associations:
ARK Montepaone (CZ)
The Musagete Francavilla (CH)





An extract of story can be found in his personal website by clicking HERE

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Some of us

Elisa Mears

Marco Stagnozzi

Lorenzo Ramadoro

have been published on the 6 th issue of the journal Informagiovani Alexandria Pennedoka "magazine in this issue deals with the Earth.

Obviously we have not failed to advertise the group ...

You can see the magazine on the internet or at libraries Borea, Babel and Pandora, the stationery Lots and information centers / CAG of Fabriano.

The journal is closely linked to the group Anonymous Artists of Alexandria.

(both links - anonymous artists and Pennedoka - they are listed among the links next to the right)