2010

Friday, December 31, 2010

Saturday, December 25, 2010

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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

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Jacques Prévert - Alicante

Une orange sur la table Ta robe

sur le tapis Et toi dans mon

lit Doux présent du présent

Fraîcheur

de la nuit Chaleur de ma vie.

Alicante

orange on the table Your dress on the carpet

And in my bed Sweet present of this

Freshness of the night

Warmth of my life

Tamil Poems On Marriage

Jacques Prévert - C'était l'été

Dans ses deux mains

sous jupe but Relevee

I was naked as ever

All my young body was celebrating

hair of my head

nails of my feet I

a source who guided

divining rod

We were

evil and evil was blessing.

Era estate

Ero nuda tra sue the mani

the sotto gonna Alzate

Nuda not come in May

Il mio giovane corpo tutto era

una festa dai capelli

sulla testa

alla punta dei miei piedi

Ero come una che sorgente guidava

the Bacchetta del rabdomante.

Noi facevamo it

male e il male fatto bene era.

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Jacques Prévert - Cet amour

This love

violent So fragile So tender

If desperate

This love

Beautiful as the day

And bad as the time

When the weather is bad

This love so true

This love so fine So happy

happy if ridiculous

Trembling with fear as a black child das

And so sure

him as a quiet man in the middle of the night

This love that used to scare other

Who was talking

Who was pale

watched this love Because we guettions

injured Hunted Forgot denied trampled completed

Because we hunted wounded trampled completed denied forgotten

This whole love

If still living

And sunny

is yours is mine

Whoever was

This thing always new

And that has not changed

also true that a plant

Also a trembling bird

As hot as vibrant as the summer

We can both go and return

We can forget

And then we sleep We awaken

suffer aging

We still asleep Dreaming

death

We awaken smile and laugh and rejuvenate

Our love is here

Stubborn as a donkey

Living as the desire

Cruel as memory

Beast such as regret

Tender as the memory

Cold as the marble

Beautiful as the day

Fragile as a child

We look smilingly

And he talks without saying anything And I

the listening, trembling

And I cry I cry for you

I cry for me I'm begging

For you to me and to all those who love

And who loved Yes I

cried

For you for me for all other

What I do not know

Stay here

Where you are Where

you were once

Stay here

Do not move Do not go

We who have loved thee

We Forgot

You do not forget us

We only had you on the Earth

Do not let us become cold

Much later still

And anywhere

Give us a sign of life

Much later at the corner of a wood in the forest

memory

Arise suddenly

Reach Us

hand And save us.

This love

This love So violent So fragile

So tender So hopeless This love

Beautiful as the day

Bad as the time when the weather is bad

This love so true This love so beautiful

So happy So joyous

so small

trembling with fear as a child when it is dark

So confident

As a quiet man in the middle of the night

This love I was scared

The other

And made them speak, and fade

This love kept an eye

Because we were keeping an eye on the injured arm

fact walked out denied deleted

Because we have hunted the injured walked

fact denied wiped out

This love yourself wholly

So I still live

E sunny

and your love is my love

is what was this thing ever new

That does not

Vera has never changed as a plant

trembling like a bird

Hot

alive as the summer

Both you and I can get to and we

Forget

And then go back to sleep Waking

suffer aging

still asleep

death's dream

Rejuvenate

smile and wake up laugh

Our love does not move

Stubborn as a mule as the desire to live

Cruel as memory

Stupid regrets

as soft as the memory

Cold as beautiful as the marble

days

Fragile as a child

He looks at us smiling

He speaks without saying

And I listen and cry trembling

Cry for you Cry for me

I beg for you to me for all those who love

And you are loved Oh it's

cry for you for me for all other

I do not know

Stay where you are Do not go away

stay where he was once

Stay where you are

not move

Do not go

We who have loved us took thee

Forgotten

You do not forget that you had not

on earth

Do not leave us freezing to death

Far farther

Where you want

Give us a sign of life

Later, later, at night in the forest of remembrance

Rise sudden

tensioner hand

Bring us to safety.

Letterman Jacket Meanings

Thoughts ...

Forever lost, forever gone

deadly lovers.

Kissed by shadows as well.

Killed by promiscuous sins.

Matching souls driven by Fears ...

(Denise Di Marco)

And then kill me,

Love's beautiful lie,

'Cause he's my right and my redemption,

My Heaven and my Hell.

Let us burn forever

In your sweet heavenly flames.

(Denise Di Marco)

Help me find the strength to invent a face that is not yours.

A love that I can love more than I loved you.

A love from which to draw the strength that I need to continue to live

(Denise Di Marco)

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Ben - I'm with Magnolia

glide my tears, with their or my heart.

collect scraps of faded memories.

I look back and the dark I axle.

forget, forget the pain.

I close my in myself and walk away with pride.

not suffer, do not hate ...

have a doll of the millennium ...

Indifference is my companion

and a wax mask my smile.

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Amnesty!

Hello everyone!
On the occasion of World Day against the death penalty, I propose a post from the website of Amnesty International.

Below you will find the phone number for the petition against the execution of Troy Davis and the links to the other petitions, including that of Reggie Clemons, Sakineh, Hossein Khezri etc. ...

I have joined the initiative, go ahead.

Regards, Denise;)

"This year, the tenth day of the tenth month of the year 2010 (10:10:10) World Day against the death penalty is dedicated to capital punishment in the United States. In this country, 41 prisoners were put to death since the beginning of 2010 and over 3200 are being held on death row, awaiting execution in the dramatic. "

"Amnesty International is unconditionally opposed to the death penalty as cruel, inhuman and degrading treatment, which did not no deterrent effect and can kill the innocent. "

Read more: http://www.amnesty.it/pena-di-morte

"Send a text message that says" Saving Troy "(and your name and last name) 3171711 al366. will be delivered to the authorities of Georgia in favor of Troy Davis, on death row for almost 20 years, despite serious doubts about his guilt. "

To sign the call for Troy Davis and Reggie Clemons: http://www.amnesty.it/flex/FixedPages/10ottobre/appelli.php

Other appeals: http://www.amnesty.it/flex/cm/pages/ServeBLOB.php/L/IT/IDPagina/32

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Negramaro - Cade in the Rain (with translation)

I take this opportunity to post one of my favorite songs ... Last summer I met an American guy who frantumai the brain (and not only: P) with this blessed song. The poor man, yes and no to utter a few words in Italian, asked me to tradurgli the text to understand why I liked it so much ... then between yesterday and today, with the help of my best friend aka Valentina DarkSecretSoul, I embarked on this enterprise, which is more difficult than it might seem.

Enjoy it;)

the rain falls and washes everything

remove my own bones

the rain falls and all falls

and dirty water slide

Yes, but what does it matter to you then if you refreshed

my own dirty rain

Tell me what's the point

stay away in silence, watching

our passion that dies in a corner and

does not know we do not know

We do not know us

the rain falls and all is silent

you see I feel the peace and the rain falls

this peace is only dirty water and fire

C 'is cold air all around us if you want to hug me

my own dirty rain

Tell me what's the point

stay away in silence, watching

our passion that dies in a corner and tell me

what's the use if it rains and hope

not feel pain as my skin changes color dies

that changes the smell

Tell me then what sense has now cry

cry on me I can not defend my bad skin

so dirty as dirty as

this dirty dirty rain

Yes, but you do not defend myself now

you do not defend myself now

you do not defend

mud but rather back to back

And tell me you need to stay away

in silence, watching

our passion dies

but changes color

You make me hope it rains the smell and feel well

of my skin is white and does not want

color

does not want the color

no ...

My skin is white paper to write your story

the end I am ready

not want to be on the threshold of our lives

look that is over

passing clouds and dumps rain like stones

and every step we forget our steps

the way we have done together

throwing stone on our seed

to kill us every night after anger

raindrops on the hot sand

love, my love, this passion

passed as a hungry lion

after he devoured his prey

abandoned the bones to the vultures

you do not remember but we were two of us embraced

firm in the rain

while everyone ran away

and our love and gunpowder

thunder is only a heartbeat and

lightning illuminates the noiseless

and my skin is white paper for your story

but write the end ... I pronto

Traduzione

The rain falls down and it washes all

It deletes my own bones

The rain falls down and all falls down

and I slip on the dirty water

Yes, but what does it matter to you then

refresh yourself if you want

in my own dirty rain

Tell me what is the point to need to stay

away in silence to watching

our passion that dies in a corner

and it doesn't taste of us

it doesn't taste of us

The rain falls down and all is in silence

you see it I feel peace, too

The rain falls down and this peace

is only dirty water and brace

There is cold air all around us

hug me if you want

in this same dirty rain

Tell me what is the point to need to stay

away in silence, watching

our passion that dies in a corner

And tell me what need hope

if it rains and you do not feel the pain

as my skin that die

that changes the color

that changes the smell

Tell me then what is the point to cry now

cry on me

I can't defend

this my bad skin

so dirty

more dirty

how it's dirty

this dirty rain

Yes, but you don't defend me now

you don't defend me now

you don't defend me

rather you come back to mud, but you returns

And tell me what is the point to need to stay

away in silence watching

our passion never die

but it changes color

You give me hope

that is rains and you feel the smell

of my skin which is white

and it doesn't want the color

it doesn't want the color

no...

My skin is white paper for your story

and you write the end I'm ready

I do not want to stay on the border of our life

and look it's over

clouds are passing and they rain released like stone

and every step we forget our steps

the path we have done together

throwing on stones our seed

to kill us every night after anger

hot drops of rain on the sand

love, my love this passion

it passed like hungry of a lion

after he devoured his prey

he left the bones to the vultures

you do not remember but we were

the two embraced still under the rain

while everyone ran away

and our love is gunpowder

the thunder is only a heartbeat

and flash lights without noise

and my skin is white paper for your story

but you write the end... I'm ready

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

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Prepare the cards and the tarpaulins that we go away from this earth. Put in a lot anejo, a jen jen embalmed and a tobacco leaf. Detach the portrait of Che and give it to a tourist, now that is just a souvenir of the socialist dream.
R. Goracci

Autumn blacks hung from the branches of trees like a ripe fruit last in the pouring rain while the silence was accompanied through the streets narrow alleys of downtown, between the old houses and pastel-colored walls that dripped the colonial nostalgia. Smell cigars. The trolley

walked in docile white hand.

The mouth was made of smoke.

The door creaked in opening up the room, the few patrons looked up absently. The blades of the ceiling moving the moist air. A complessino granted in the tools.

rum into the glasses was the color of a warm embrace. The taste of a hot country proud, the men bent to cut sugar cane, of evenings spying on the moon between the palms.

"I ordered for you," he said to justify the two glasses.

She moved the chair and hung his coat and umbrella.

He put his face in his hands and smiled. Like certain Madonnas behind the altar.

Sipping rum into the glasses.

When they came out of the rain had only the puddles, while the sea stretched its waves on Malecon.

Friday, August 20, 2010

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estratégico. Fidel Castro

Havana, August, 10th 2010

The Big Island I walk into my hand while I yield to the lure of hope. Why do some places, some people are too quiet company in the folds of a map or in the signing of a plane ticket.

Cuba is one of those places. With its story that everyone believes in broad terms to know that some associate with clichés, which combined with other policy.

If I have to give a color to the island is green and not red.

If I have to give a face is Fidel, not Che.

island that he married and divorced continually with its contrasts, nature UNESCO, and an embargo that the crease for almost fifty years, poverty and decent five-star hotels, the bottle of rum leaning against the counter of the premises as we have the milk jug.

Walking Havana in the afternoon after the rain mixed with tourists, retracing the history of the past quarter-century colonial houses, among the cars that give the impression of a drunken back in time, rest at a table of Florida to enjoy a drink made of coconut and rum, retracing the eternal rivalry between coated and Amber Havana Club and Bacardi. A war made fascinating registered trademarks of the shadow of the endless work in the fields of sugar cane.

Out runs the old city, teeming with people, even in the rain.

I set out looking at the sky get lighter towards the sunset.

entrance overlooking a small street and look in the empty room of a restaurant: the blades of the ceiling buzz fast, some sitting at tables valet dry cutlery and place them in good order, keeping our eyes fixed on the TV. I stop by a couple of steps down and rest myself rapt by the images, Fidel Castro, green shirt of an ordinance, presented his latest book to a group of Venezuelan journalists, a woman, some men, one with the bandage over one eye. La victoria

estratégico, is the title of a volume of 900 pages, complete with photos, copies of documents, beyond the political beliefs or how you think, a piece of history.

For a moment I wonder if it's an old movie, but Fidel speaks of the recent fires that have hit Moscow.

The master follows the thread of his thoughts and says: "Communication is the weapon of revolution," setting out a "special period" the revolution, but also a great sacrifice.

I smile thinking about how the passage of time modifies the appearances, scoring a face of wrinkles, for example, but can not change the heart.

him, the man who fought for "Cuba libre ", rifles shouldered, inflaming the masses, surely making mistakes, and as he himself wrote," history will absolve me ", now fighting words to his own revolution, his battle against time. Evoking the past in the pages of his book, his life, from a letter from child to Roosevelt, to the days of the Pico Turquino.

Pages that flow through his fingers, one day after another, the time of remembrance, where the word is his weapon.

"My problem is the consensus of the time. The notion of time is gone. Time is an invention of man, "he says.

And I like to think that devoting the great achievements of law at the time they enter into the legend, are of the same material of myths.

For two hours, the Venezuelan channel transmits images of Fidel and his words.

observe the few customers still like me, standing in the doorway listening to the waiter sighs interspersed with words of what was a storyteller's thoughts. Although the airing of the interview will be blown up the daily installment of a South American telenovela.

As long as the journalist quoted the words of Fidel, television close remembering that time and have a space that has been largely overcome. Everyone laughs.

Seeing that it was evening.

The next morning on the Granma, the newspaper of Cuba, announcing the launch of the book of Fidel Castro. Jose Marti airport

purchase a copy of the book. Which has a weight, not only by the number of pages, but because it evokes day of death, fear, strife, somebody who believed that, "Yes, se puede"

A man who has not folded in a greatest war, where Cuba was a pawn.

And after 50 years, after UN 182 out of 191 countries voted against the embargo remained a cry unheeded, beyond what may be the political, in the comfort of our lives just suffer from what the TV door for a few minutes in our homes, the war in the gulf as a video game, to the dead in Haiti, the climatic upheavals at the fall of the twin towers, there is a place in the world that the will of a few years suffers from the yoke of the embargo.

is right for a country that someone decides, humiliating him and waiting for the fall of the Phoenix?

It's just that after the wall fell, after Mandela fought for human freedom, Cuba is still a political settlement?

No.

To this I say,

Viva Cuba Libre.

And that is freedom from the embargo.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

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RIP Jonathan

I'm so sorry to write this post, especially having regard to the circumstances, but I just meet a friend of many evenings here in my home town of Catania.

the night of July 30 and August 1 the quarantatreenne Jonathan, famous paninari Catanese, but above all a friend, was hit by a car driven by an eighteen year old pirate Aidone during one of his regular trips, riding his Beverly 500 between Europe and the bandwagon of the square to square Neptune.
The boy, going at full speed, he lost control of his point along the avenue Roger of Lauria and invaded the lane on which proceeded Jonathan.
The alarm is launched by a son recognizing the father under the wheels of the car. The race Cannizzaro Hospital and the fight between life and death for fifteen days does not serve to save it. Although Jonathan was wearing a helmet.

I offer my deepest condolences to the family.

Dear friend, wherever you are, I hope you rest in peace.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

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On a rainy afternoon

wonderful afternoon spent with Lady Marmalade, laughs and smiles. We wanted to share with you the shirts made by me and put funny funny :-)

Between sketches, sewing machines, ribbons, prints and fabrics of all kinds I started creating my first models, I made my first experiments so as to allow my passion to materialize ...

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

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Les champs de douches. Oil on canvas

We would keep a clear

tablecloth that I bought this with its simple design repetitive
dark purple flower not mentioned by any botanist
because it reminds me that dress you were wearing printed
the summer we met

(
a dress - you have always maintained - that
I never said that I liked).
Well, 'I liked you know.

I liked.
I liked a lot, there was you in
or not.

Andrew Motion

not had anything special because people stop to look, the simple dress caresses her body in an explosion of lavender flowers on white background.

Les champs de douches. Oil on canvas

He looked down towards the pier.

-What was willing to pick the flowers, one by one, like poppies in a wheat field when the summer is upon us.

Her hair down her bare shoulders, like heaven to enter into marriage within the sun rose on the facade of the cathedral and sit among flowers and candles, incense and kneeling at the foot of the altar of forgotten prayers. They forget.

While outside in the heat made it fragile and evanescent the contours of the landscape.

A picture faded, like old photos of the century.

A Montmartre.

The bell tower of the cathedral towered above the houses of the village and beyond cast a benevolent eye on the sea where the boats of the marina just waving.

She walked on the narrow walkway, leaving wet footprints behind her. That immediately vanished. Swallowed by the sun.

-As in his life, he thought.

joined him.

-Hello-just said.

-Hello-just said. Him

Then all was silent.

Dogs dozed in the shade of elm trees on the square.

Properties. The crickets chirped incessantly.

But you saw.

were invisible.

Like them. How

sky Bridal veil of falling stars. Disillusioned and descents.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

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M. wearing a tee men's collection:

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Friday, June 18, 2010

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are on sale from today the new t-shirts signed FP

cost: 40 €

creation: the heart will be a heart colored wool with a button above to make things pretty and chic!

cost: 35 €

implementation: application of ribbons on the sleeves and lower band edges and two earrings to make it more playful, witty and charming!

name: ARMADILLO ALEXANDER MC QUEEN
cost: 35 €
creation: application of ribbons on the sleeve edges and the lower band.

Name: LOOK AT ME

cost: 35 €

creation: application of ribbons on the sleeve edges

cost: 40 €

creation: will put a pearl necklace and two silver beads that hang at varying heights. Ribbons on board cards to make things pretty and chic! Elegant and refined.