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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!

a abbraccioooooo


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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Impossible II

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 ...

The rest of the text on my website by clicking HERE

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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