Monday, September 24, 2007

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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 ...

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Melina Velba Exercising




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.

Monday, September 17, 2007

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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

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

500 Popsicle Stick Bridge With Post

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.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Drinking Before D & C

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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