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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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Bridge Buiding Tricks

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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Wisdom Teeth Facial Swelling

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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Full Version Shiny Gold

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.