Monday, January 31, 2011

White Stuff Near My Cliterous

Seven days (almost) Young

Saturday, January 22. Bowling Club Formigine. Dozens of Special Olympics - a very special young athletes - along with administrators and counselors will compete in an exciting tournament last strike. You can play, laugh, rejoice, you cursed with elegance. And in the end, including premiums, greetings and polenta wafting in the air the warm feeling of a common victory.

Tuesday, January 25. POL Formigine. Hundreds of people invade the room to assist in silence to Beethoven's Symphony No. 4 in B flat major op.60. On stage the 35 boys Spira Mirabilis. In the audience, the gallery, standing in the aisles ... but so many kids our own. What then is dissolved in a warm applause and almost infinite.

Wednesday, January 27. MicciaCafè Formigine . After the customary introductions Prof. Francesco Maria Felt, on the occasion of Remembrance Day, takes a passionate lesson: Young, beautiful and Ariane. The origins of racism and the Nazi conception of Aryan man. The spaces are everywhere inhabited by young faces. The air is full of thoughts. Finally, the questions, and the applause and vigorous awareness that certain stories do not have to repeat.

Thursday, January 28. Parish Magreta. The truope of Formìzine wanders wise between the archaeological photography, writing, resumes, interview ... And yet another packaging, cool service that whispers to the world and the desire to be there for our kids.

Friday, January 29. Formigine Castle. Council Chamber crowded to greet a young artist looking for a thick silence. Around them, other young artists and art lovers. And other young people in the next days, visit the exhibition with poetry set in beautiful places in our museum.

Saturday, January 30. Somewhere in the territory of Formigine. Foggy Night. Metal-rock concert. And music. And party. Why do young people, after all, are young!

Happy new week and good life ;-)

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Letter For Court Community Service

memories (Train to Auschwitz)


too I was on that train, a year ago. Too I searched among the motionless barracks of Auschwitz. And I have trampled the fragile immense absurdity of Birkenau.
And I, days later, in the hushed stillness of my study, I tried to give a dignified look to the notes scattered on makeshift notebooks, and fragments of thoughts and emotions that had caught his mind.
were eternal minutes, perhaps hours, the minutes of agonizing helplessness. No words seemed to crystallize on the page fits the restless turmoil of an experience so devastating. No lexical alchemy seemed appropriate to express philosophical doubts on the alleged divine spark that animates - or should animate - The human race.
Despite the painful labor, I could not give birth to my piece.
Luckily the boys, many boys were much more courageous and skilled than me. And they wrote their pieces. They gave the body of ink to their troubled souls, their incredulous thoughts, their angry feelings, the desire to affect ex-common sense for future reference.
He came out a special issue of Smool. A number of vibrant, thoughtful and intense. A number of cycles which we are proud that we represent and the attention of guys who want to know and remember ...
All have been three special issues that Smool devoted to trains ... Below are links to those numbers really special

Good memory.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Teething What Does A White Cap Look Like?

This is a test tube

I am trying to send a post directly from Word. And for the occasion reproduce dements a dialogue between an old prof (guess who?) And Dormouse, a cute schoolgirl Third.

Prof: What are you studying under the counter?

Dormouse: Piaget?

Prof: Who is it?

Dormouse: A genetic epistemology!

Prof: What does a genetic epistemology?

Dormouse: Study the transition between different stages.

Prof: Ah, then it also explores Maradona!

Brrrrrrrrrrrr (hours and hours and hours ... to understand the cold - and a little 'shabby - OLD)