Thursday, December 30, 2010

Architect Laptop 2010

scroccai food and other beverages in the name of exchange of views (bilogia meetings, part 2) How

closet here I am, it is questionable that sense it makes.

Let's say we wanted to see who came up here. I liked the idea that one by chance and decided to return, despite the length of the interventions and explain some passages a bit 'so.

Had I known now that after three years I had three flights a day, maybe I would have stopped.

Now I'm not going to do it, because those three links I have gained so much. Beyond the simple human relationships, I talk about stuff specific: different beers between Amsterdam and Utrecht, spaghetti on the riverside of Trent and a hot chocolate at a McDonald's in Milan, as well as various Christmas cookies really delicious (but the nooks were a little 'hard). As a Franciscan friar, who receives in-kind compensation for his spiritual activity.

short, even without activating the advertisements, open a closet door electronic money, benefits and perhaps even the divine favor of trust.

He was the first I encountered. I took a train to Utrecht a day that must have been in another dimension, because I remember it was so hot that we ended up in a park. There was talk of Holland, the Dutch life in places where the national football have a color different from ours. Has run the course after missing the ducks always taken at the last second. Then later hath been drunk more beer and talked about writing, reading and things that are dear to us young people. We shot a home movie still unpublished and organized outings with friends They then left the country and girls who have left us instead.

And this is a historical story, which goes on for some time. The other two people I met via den, however, I have met during these winter holidays.

A Trento, I was at the home of Claudia. Claudia came to the closet because we had a German partner in common to talk about. We exchanged long emails on the Trentino and Germany, but also on several other things, because she is one that goes deep into what he does. Tycoon has run well as it seems logical to expect that one writes here and there he met with Anna, her daughter from the wrath R, anxious waiting for the recitation school. Due to the generosity of the latter, the spoils should be added to a toffee and December 16 of the advent calendar of Milka.

Air instead had offered to host me at his home in the evening when he returned to Italy, but it did not work, because the plane was too late and the clogged roads to the delight of Tigga. But then we made the commitment, even in the name of our dense and pistolario-matching via Gmail, and we managed to find the way back, December 26, in Milan a little to drink, where the only place open was the McDonald.

The beauty is that in all three cases, when one is found, has been said from the start with ease, as if you knew long ago. Probably, the speaker of the falsity of the reports created via the Internet should take some refresher course.

Those who felt alone and unsure of his appearance, knows that you write down words in a public form is a great alternative to MSN, as well as a way to pump the number of contacts on Facebook and maybe even a little 'ass, save the line of Meetic. But this is up to the will of the individual. Actually I liked the idea to write down somewhere the things I think, to keep the account.

Farmville On Blackberry

Music and music, what better words?

Hello! My name is Edward Palazzolo and I am a college student, among the "so-called" troubles arising from the erudite academic student, cultivates a passion for all that is musical. 'm Not a fan of minutiae, I know by heart the names of members of all the bands I listen to, are not able to categorize singers and groups in well-defined genres, because I always find something that keeps me from giving a definition of excessively dogmatic . Despite everything, in this blog I intend to analyze the band, songwriters, artists or projects that I listen to it based on some external sources and also myself and perhaps give a final vote as a series of assessment aspects of that (honestly) I have yet to devise! If you're wondering if there is any artist that I prefer over others, my answer is no. Each is a piece of the puzzle that makes up my life, my memories and I just listen to them again for a moment to relive moments and feelings. I believe in the life of a man the only legalized drugs (apart from a good book) is a bit of music played quietly and carefully. But now no more talk, let us arm ourselves with the best tools for appreciating music - ears to hear and eyes to read - and roll up your sleeves!




Music and Music: Music for pleasure for the music itself. Twice music for an act of will, a profession and a vocation.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Nordic Ware Recipe For Gingerbread

scroccai drinks in the name of (bilogia meetings, part 1)

The reason to go home as little as possible is that when I do meet all my friends. It is better to wait, keep cool in the occasion, so when it happens is a big party. So much for no gaps Facebook.
Then when it is finally time, I can bounce from bar to bar to drink beer, spatter and foam with high school friends and fellow cane past (very past), all with the joke that I live in Amsterdam and me I try to explain that the law also removes stains of dirty pleasure and more impossible.

Unfortunately there are always those who are unable to meet and this time it fell to Fabry, the one who deserves among many low-paid in the arts boasts (?) introduced me to the first sound and then physically to Sonic Youth. On the evening of 25 was two miles from my home, but I could not reach it because 1) they were the miles as the crow flies, and when there is a valley in the middle is not really the same thing and 2) I came from to back and forth between the two sides of the family, making it difficult operation for four hundred euro liquefied grape, fortunately spent by my cousin. The spirit is patience, we shall review in a few months. In the meantime I will enjoy many of your links, and let's beat two lines on the white box in Gmail.

But as usual I crossed the Daniel, who after high school has acquired the privilege of being defined by name and last name, advancing to a position of prominence among the various danieli of my phone book. It does not have Facebook, we do not feel to email, and also why you are constantly live. This time I was rewarded with a valuable guide on how to scrub was made in Beijing. Voluntarily, to see how he is doing, experimenting with actions and reactions. And there I also won a copy of Howl of the old Allen, who bought it for me and only me - tear - the City Lights in San Francisco. You will understand that traded with a hot chocolate and cedar I made a bargain.

And then I met him , fellow high-school recreation and an important Bildungsroman, now assumed the role of painful myth of all young children and parents of Dionysus called Pear and BEPIN. With him is a little 'how to drink a cup with a singer that you like and talk about his songs, or another with a Hundertwasser alive and ask him of his paintings. We have drawn parallels to how we found the place more morose glucagon in Italy (he) and Europe (I) and the two mulled he paid for them, I think.

And then there are the friends that you come pre-installed, as the card of ten euro in mobile phones, or Windows on your computer again. Attended the same local Canossian of asylum, from the days when style was in vogue swimsuit and pacifier. Walter worked in the bank, Simon makes the foreign trade and Franz The computer technician for a high school and that is what earns better. It comes to football (in the order AC Milan, Inter, Juventus), women (zero, Belarus, on the side) and work. It does the count of deaths, the sick, spliced \u200b\u200band impregnated, who has disappeared from the scene because he found the girlfriend, who builds the house, and who in a critical situation because of the spirits. This time I'll pay, except with Franz, who feels generous.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Alternative To Bed Valance

human mass in critical circumstances

There are elements of psychology, statistics, sociology and even literature in the study of masses of men in critical circumstances.

For this reason, the fact that the planes are always late that I take I do not mind that much.

in unexpected circumstances, people become strangers. There are coloring books with crayons they give you in hand themselves. How to enter a library and read a few pages from each book.

Put a day in the snow, in Centraal station, find out how to get to the airport. A pair of Italian fearful, happy to be helped by a paisà who applies for their information in English. In return, we gain stories about how the Italians go on holiday, as they move, what they see, what are and what they were looking for. Sometimes you learn something this time that's okay, at least you confirmation of things they already think. And this is the statistic.

It starts by asking for information. "Excuse me, They told us that if our flight is canceled, just that we put in the queue at the gate of another flight. Is that true? "

is clearly not true, but discover that by saying so, the counter has shortened significantly the file. Now all those who have heard this version will exchange information. And then, when one sees that the only thing to do is wait and hope, the information becomes history, oral literature. One that used to be a regretful man with wrinkled clothes just becomes an engineer who comes from three weeks in Cazachistan. He tells me of the life of engineers in Cazachistan, what to do in Almaty and how it is always better there than in Arab countries, where one can not drink, women are prohibited and especially the food sucks. In return, tell a few stories Uzbeks, so maybe he can go there in two weeks, for a ride.

And while we crush to go to the gate, a girl in front of me, Roman accent to his mouth, Peruvian passport in hand, informs us that the Chinese wind pushing from behind do not have a ticket, but they insist to go, and that is what we can not get on the plane. "How do you know?" Said the hostess up front. " For a moment we all believe in, push the Chinese with sides that frown of surprise and incomprehension various almond-shaped eyes. Then you discover that they have it, the ticket: holding it in hand, bent well, along with the Japanese passport. Soon, all the hostility towards the Chinese subsides and the Roman de Lima is silenced by silence.

There's a guy with a pleasant smile that invites dialogue. He works at Fiat. "But it is not true that in Italy young people have no hope?" Back from China, where the people of Turin are building a machine at low cost, to be sold only there and in Latin America. There is talk of Italian and foreign ways of working in the world. He puts Italy and China, I Holland and Ireland.

Then, when you tell us that the truck is frozen and must find a way to melt the ice, technicians are on the scene. There are those of the "It is not possible in a civilized country", which for once is not Italy, the fatalistic ("Better to freeze here and in the air"), skeptics ("But the aircraft in flight would freeze anyway? ") impresses me as a present day in Italy there are so many experts.

After the flight and a night that lasts three hours on the floor in a bar of laminated root Malpensa, I go by train and met a group formed in another unforeseen situation, after a train of ÖBB, booked in advance , stopped and left without opening the doors. Two emergency circumstances

attract each other and I became a part of this close-knit group already. There's a guy who has the air of a promising graduate, but does the worker (moral: "Do not judge people from externals, Part n"), two girls who tell us about the wedding of one of them (cue: "avoid the marriage"), a distinguished gentleman from hair to cloud, we find that only the height of Rovereto be greek (experience: "there are those who speak the language better than you"), realizing that what we had assumed for hours be a manager just a little 'wild, it is only directed at the wedding of his cousin and he feels embarrassed in the suit party ("do not judge people from externals, part n +1).

new musical at the end of the prosthesis remains silent in the pocket of a jacket, and the bookmark in Eggers does not move a page. For them there will be time to return, hoping for once in a pleasantly boring trip.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Running Ankle Pain Shoes



MONDO CANDIDO
secret show *




Luigi Massari Andrea Palamà Luciano Bormann
Cosimo Emanuele Piediscalzi Puzziello
Patrizia Emma Scialpi


* Saturday, December 18 18:00









Thursday, December 16, 2010

What Does Low Pulse Rate Indicates

Out on the weekend's post on

Here to gray happens sometimes become meteorosensitivity for fear of the weather. So, in advance, you will suffer the gray thinking how you will suffer even more when it's gray.
Sometimes it goes almost mad, and even more so if you are practical people, trying to prevent problems before they occur. On the other hand, tent'anni advertising that says that prevention is better than cure could not but be impacted. So as a practical person
Lilù may decide to fight the winter blues and indulge in some spin here and there over the weekend.
ideas are different: to be seen in Edinburgh and Vienna autinnali twilight with snow and mulled wine, then the cold of Scandinavia, but before it gets too cold. All things to do and as soon Lilù does not give half measures, he decides to make them not only now but all. I do not mind it and I join in right away, gagging the conscience not to think for a second.
So a few weeks off we go. On Friday, the plane is a good excuse to leave work after only 8 hours and take bus 300, which brings in about twenty minutes from the mills campaigns Chiesavecchia Amstel one of the largest airports in Europe. It does the check-in, departure and return Sunday night or when you have the courage, on Monday morning, directly from the office.
In return you get a long window two days on the life of a city. He discovers how to travel from the airport to the center, how they work by public transport, which is considered the center square, where shops, museums, palaces. You try the local beer.
In two days one gets a rough idea, you can say "been there" and the handle on the appropriate color Facebook application.
In two days you've got a picture with a color theme, like a - but only one, maybe two - of Rouen Cathedral by Monet, Warhol or Marilyn, to make the idea.
In Edinburgh we took more water than an ant under a drying rack. And the washing machine must have been full of golf blacks, judging by the color of the sky. Edinburgh I remember in china, with shading in charcoal, drawn by the wind. Instead, in Vienna there was snow, which made just sketched the outlines of a HB pencil lead. And Bruges, and a watercolor still wet.
Only in Valencia we found the yellow sun of the primary temperature of a boy of medium, but it was May. This gives an idea of \u200b\u200bhow little good they do winter weekends to those meteoropathic.
Sunday, the return train from the airport, Lilù confessed to me: perhaps the weekend away should do it in summer. And I, I could not think of our new year, already programmed in the white heart of Sweden, with the night set at two and a half from advertising and temperatures of vodka.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

What To Write In Birthday Card For Boss

Berlusconi

I have stayed for years, but maybe it's time to write the post about Berlusconi.


Conduct

The Italians are like the politicians who mess. If a casino does, the Italians say it's an amoeba, which is sleep. They say they can not talk. As if it were synonymous do not know.

Italians like Berlusconi because he combines a sack and a basket. If Italians like Berlusconi, let's Berlusconi. How can I be sure I alone that the Italians are right?



* * This action does not take into account the possibility that Berlusconi will be in power for reasons not party to the pleasure to the Italians.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

How To Tie Belt With Rings

Angels hell


Stefan is pissed off black.

dismount the bicycle in the shade outside the door of the warehouse and in a twist of the spine have upon him: tall, gray-ponytail just jacket and black leather.

"You have not paid," he says with his accent dobermann.

"No, wait, I'll explain," I reply.

"not done". A school must have taught him that there are only things you do and things not done. The rest is stuff for people who live where you go on vacation.

"I pay now."

"Come in", not as a result of what I said, but as a policy imperative.

is precisely in Ciclopirata, his bicycle shop, I found out all about Stefan. His life is on display. Whether you understand German as spoken by Dutch accent with which it takes a while 'to figure out which of the two languages \u200b\u200bare talking about. Specifically, Bochum, says the German number plate on the wall that says BO. It is a rider: the plate is square, split into two lines, but this information will also realize the leather jacket with "Hell's Angels - Germany" lying in a frame above the box. It is a tough, Stefan, one of those Germans clear agreements and long friendship, who believe in loyalty first and foremost, respect the person and (their) code of ethics.

not pay the rent deposit for your long-distance cycling is not just unfair, does not violate clearly ethical codes, but scratch a little respectability of the person. The only way to cleanse from sin that is bound to his angry speech, without replying.

I replied. I reply in Dutch, because Stefan does not allow me to speak German even though he knew for months that it would be easier for me, there's nothing more to divorce his German language. Chiesavecchia replied that work on the Amstel, in the morning at 8 and returned in the evening at 8, and the hours the shop is always closed, and last weekend I was away.

contends in his Dutch with a German accent in my Dutch with German words. You pissed off, but feels that it is only to the reputation. Deep down, would prefer to close here and go home to watch a film by Russ Meyer. Then I moved and reinforced the apology.

"Work by Ron Blauw?" Me after a couple of apologies. I understand that you talk about the most famous restaurant in the region of Amsterdam, the only point of the famous village of Chiesavecchia. "No, look, maybe : In a study of American translations. We are making an ass like that. "A grin of complicity between the pointy sideburns, and I know that we are friends.

I do not know why, but the bad guys make me a great good liking. Smear a debit card, press 3 - 7 - 2 to 6, I have a clear conscience and a new friend ready to defend myself in case of riot.

Danke Stefan. Tschüss!


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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Hannna Montana Translate

The film world's most banal

Yesterday I saw the film more commonplace in the world and I'm happy, because when you see a film so trivial, you know you have discovered the pure banality and you run into the street and tell all. Like when you're in love.

And I'm wearing a mad desire to speak, to describe all these scenes so commonplace that no one seems impossible, during filming, during assembly, have noticed that they are trivial.
There is a science fiction story, but maybe not. There is a love story, indeed, I counted at least three for the protagonist, plus that of his parents divorced and his mother with her lover. One should relate, I film, with an agenda to write down how many times the characters say "I love you."
is a film for teenage girls, you know at this point, you

him: "I love you" Let
: "Forever?" He
: [Pause] "Forever"

The Forever is repeated at a rate of Smemoranda.
urgently needed at this point to determine the exact age of the teenagers to which the film is addressed. The answer comes in time to say "I love you." In practice, the type and one of the girls allow themselves to acts of God when they are 15 years and find themselves in the future. She tells him that he was waiting for him for twenty years', he too. Forever. In twenty years, neither had taken pleasure from any other meat. The olds are so obviously the target (say that goal is bland), with the clear intention of confirming that I love you forever written in their diaries is possible, probable, and not the crap that basically can be. And I thought that was fifteen girls had already passed the stage I-love-you-forever for that Che-Guevara-is-too-a-myth.

And it's also just wink adolescent male, who watch the movie with the girl forever in a week which does not even feel the need to touch her ass. One sure way to squeeze, I'm eye, is the science fiction future scenarios reconstructed by following the more established canons of one hundred and ten years of cinema. Hibernation, Immortality, large rooms with white people and the bony plates on their foreheads. And in the future we will give you dimenticerà co'è artificial pleasures and love. And then there are lots of theories from Marvel Comics: discover that a butterfly flapping its wings can carry a mountain of bad luck, that smoking a cigarette is a sign that the universe expands, but there is also a theory that says that one day will shrink, there is a dream within a dream, that if you believe it will happen, the difficulty of making choices with a lot of illustration the consequences of both options, which is a coin toss to decide the future: Start Trek, Sliding Doors, 3msc.

There is always a couple arguing, and then make peace, once and for all. Finally found the key to mutual understanding. I'm in the car and kissing and that the tanker explodes in front of them. This is the point where I burst out laughing. The point where I smile, soothe me and I would go into the street shouting in Dutch that I saw the film more commonplace in the world forever.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Ontario Mechanic Licence

The moments of suck

Ten years ago I was in college. I had long hair. My hair. A couple of times a year we went to Cesena to see some shows. It was an event. To prepare for the CD you bought it or they will burn, and with internet connection that you were doing before so to get them from Napster. We studied the CD for a couple of weeks and then was prepared, trying to stand in places that were close to the stage, but far from pogo. Or at the foot of the pogo, but in position to feel good.
Here, instead of concerts, there is one day and there are people who go there to say I go to the milkman. I like the milkman did not, but more often than the barber. And I try to do as a university, to increase the wait, create me an atmosphere, but most of the time is not quite the same, the effect Playland has been consumed.

Last week I attended a concert, no matter whom. For a square away from the stadium, where local pride lancers while they were taking from 4 cristoronaldati Real Madrid.
Except for the fact that it was the purely statistical point of greatest proximity to Mourinho in my entire life, this does not matter. Matter, while promising the American group was organized and rhythmic noise to attract attention to the stage, both parties of the couple in front of me sull'iTelefono Facebook controlled, on a regular basis and in an environment lit by a flickering of screens high resolution. And the slow songs were empty, the background of protracted and heated debates teatriche and deeds of those who are struggling between twisted bodies in dance to get the important business of beer. And then there is

blonde chick and diaphanous, Bianci in a dress with red roses in the shape that my grandmother Lina choose for the curtains. The blonde had spent the first half of the concert to exchange syllables with value semantics with the local dark-haired girlfriend, a volume recognizable, never take care to turn the head of the stage. Then at a certain point, exhausted the topics of debate, had looked at the stage and perhaps realizing that he was the singer Bono (but with a lower case b) was taken from the sacred fire that animates the people who attend to the rhythm and rituals was transformed into the main fan of the band. A end of the concert, how glad, it seemed that he was the president of the fan club, the girl tennico sound or a supporter of Real Madrid.

But I know that she is not involved. To put it simply got to do those who go to concerts at ease, often and naturally. Those who do it for me almost out of duty, or simply do not care to suck on the second and lost in the music as joyful hippies.

And because, as direct flights have made it less poetic Catmandù, so they can choose from three concerts a day, it turns out that the whole idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to remengo special event. How to celebrate Christmas a month, a wedding a year and a graduation party every couple of months. As cheer for a team that wins every Sunday and also on Wednesdays. Almost (only almost) how to hold for Real Madrid. Is that it is too easy there is no satisfaction.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Can You Use Preparation H On Dogs




UBiQUiO
Cosimo Piediscalzi Solo Show
13 November to 11 December 2010




Dal13 November to 11 December Underdostudio hosts ubiquitous, Piediscalzi exhibition of Cosimo, who returns to the public as an artist after a long period devoted to research and writing.

The exhibition includes sculptures, paintings and drawings of recent production, among which work on large paper, which sees a puzzle to materialize than sixty self-organized into a small army ready to invade the entire wall, multiply in the consciousness of the viewer the effect of alienating a disenchanted, sad, pitiful or accusatory.



Critical text by Barbara Galati




THE ONLY WAY TO MYSELF Metabolized


of Barbara Galati

Piediscalzi Cosimo is a writer first and above everything else, but to punish him paints, is precisely to impose a penalty! Because he said the painting expresses only his "soul" imperfect.

" I stopped painting, in short, as always, I changed my skin falling in the eternal duality of expression, and I felt the need to give up to typical laziness of painting to return to exercise the neurons in a few words died on Piediscalzi painter for the hundredth time, giving space to Piediscalzi writing, studying, searching, etc ... "

But it is precisely at this stage that the Piediscalzi emphasizes its creative difference, that gap is created between thinking writing-and thinking-paint.

" For this I bless you every morning waking up a million times the Scripture! What seems to respect me and myself as a friend of the painting. "

For he, with modesty and despair, notes that his paintings often fails, a failure on the lack of symmetry between the mind and the hand, between his thoughts and pictorial means, then everything is traced and explained through this unique imperfection.

" What we often think or what I find, what I know or what I feel, benefiting almost perfectly by writing and painting badly by ."

But the weirdest thing of this duplicity comes from the fact that if you asked Cosimo Piediscalzi to speak of himself in words, he does not succeed and lost in the maze of a conscious description. The only way that he has set forth for himself, his foibles, idiosyncrasies, his character and his emotions are paradoxically the self-portrait.

Cosimo, in this thorough description of yourself, indulge in the almost maniacal attention to detail, is described by adorning herself with great sophistication, showing specific details of his personality. In this way, the subjectivity of the individual, represented by the self-portrait, is the reference point from which to start the debate on research of the ego. Piediscalzi thus becomes the narrator of quest'autobiografia whose plot unfolds through the pages of his "visual diary". The design is fast, bitterly ironic, is consumed in a paradoxical puzzle of faces from the events that are fixed in the "cleansing" of a single sheet, huge and white. So its become a kind of storytelling, where the picture ends up replacing the phrases and white serves as a narrative pause. Over all hangs an air of deprivation: the drawing is colorless, color-free design, shows no show, moving it back on itself, to demonstrate its possibility. His is a universe where they remain warm and intimate emotions and freedoms of children, where he maintains the approach apparently innocent but cruelly cynical and provocative childhood. All this is not limited to the description of himself, but appears as a deconstruction of the stereotype through his own simulacrum.
And despite its very nature, it would have more timely and brings to the study of subjects such as physics, astronomy, cosmology, science, ferry the same and always to the poetry : his real profession. And now back after a break to paint again.

" But as usual all my personal stamp, liturgical, mystical, paranormal perchennò I think I've won, once again not in accordance with the design. "

So, with this exhibition we find that use dirty expression, which was very close in adolescence. We find the result of new strains that are new research and new areas: the mystical, the transcendental, the cosmic conversation with God, asceticism, analysis, prayer, the supernatural, the archetype ...

" E more to escape from the drawing if I'm trying to re-return to another of my old love: sculpture . "

There is a desperate need to include and liturgical in their work to the single ' Other and All , understood as the person who contributes to the completion of that work, in which reality does not represented but is caused by the artist himself.

" I look at the world without me, but just things through a very private diary of the infernal .

He is able to metabolize only as a painter himself.

" I Eukaryota. Infraphylum and gnathostomata are one thing but not to the bitter end and Euarchontoglires Anemos. The squalor of the flesh are common, the software that creates self-speculative eyes. I am half up to God with a variety of pneumatic electric preferential Spin, I'm just in time for breaks in driver: bit to each his own. I am a creature in the land that did not result in steps: varamenti and doubts. They are a ubiquitous computer ... "


Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Red Spots On Throat Mono



by Alba Braz boils

Opening Saturday, December 18 at 18:30

From 18 December 2010 to 14 January 20 111
Officina Giovani - Cantieri Culturali Ex slaughterhouses - Prato
Hours: Monday to Saturday from 15 to 19 hours (closed Sundays and holidays
)


Valentina Lapolla
Vanni Bassetti
Yonel Hidalgo
Kaoru Katayama
Fermín Jiménez Landa
Beatrice Mochi Zamperoli




Vanni Bassetti, or Greta maturity , 2010, photo printing

Monday, November 15, 2010

The Lower Front Of My Throat Hurts



T'implorai ... let me wear something else, but you were adamant. "Visit the Statue of Liberty is not like playing on the lawn," you said. "It is the symbol of our country, and we must show due respect "... we are going to pay homage to the concept of freedom and I was in chains ... so I suggested that we make a deal. All right, I said, today I will dress like you want, but if the other children will be presented in suit and sneakers, then in the future I can get what I want ...

was the first major victory of my life. I felt like I had scored a point in favor of democracy, as if I had raised on behalf of all the oppressed of the world ...

- Now I understand why you like so much the jeans, "said Fanny. You discovered the principle You decided to self-determination and instantly dress badly for the rest of your life.

- That's right, "said Sachs, I conquered the right to be a beggar, and I have always held high the flag ...

Paul Auster, Leviathan

I'll Never Give Up Smoking a collection of works in which you are having fun and enjoying a feeling of pure freedom, of optimism, as if it were a response to show previous THE FEAR FACTOR.

Despite the difference in age and experience between an artist and another, all are heirs to a season - and the Sixties Beat generation - who still look with envy of those healthy wanted to be in all places at once to take the best, without any opportunity to miss.

I'll Never Give Up Smoking proceed without fear, like a journey during which each stimulus becomes an opportunity, another door that opens before us. You a journey in the physical space and through time, that dwells with enthusiasm in this one open to constant reinterpretation.

From its place of origin, Prato, Valentina Lapolla Camouflage studies in his room to tell us the details of the situations that are happening in the city, and it does so by using herself as a catalyst feelings.

With the same critical attitude Yonel Hidalgo identifies some cracks in the system of his country of origin, Cuba, as seen through the eyes of a Cuban who has almost become Italian. Filosofía de la raza cosmic (Philosophy of the cosmic race) part of a series of "documents of title 'collected since 1937 (thus before the Cuban Revolution), used to authenticate the identity of the owner of appliances and other grouping these items ... Yonel documents and submit them ironically on their way and their real needs in a communist regime.

not stop to walk and enjoy life, always going in search of more favorable situations, in Anónimos cordiales (Anonymous cordial) Of Fermín Jiménez Landa, continuously open before our eyes as a matriosca, new ways of thinking and living. Anonymous letters sent to his friends with a threatening tone in which offers or seeking advice on changes insignificant (Dear Alberto, if you want to stop smoking or if you prefer will smoke even more). Similarly, the author proposes a solution to the problem of how Desempatar offshore en las dos torres más altas de Barcelona ( Varying in height the two highest towers of Barcelona) and put a Christmas tree on top of one of them. As absurd as subversive action, to change priorities which originates from a trip to Lucca and from having learned the fact that there, at the beginning of the fourteenth century, the family placed Guinigi some elms at the top of its tower to ensure that dominates all other buildings in the area.

Te quiero mucho (I love you so well), Kaoru Katayama, a video is recorded in a bar frequented by Mexican men and Chicanos, for most gay, that is at the heart of Los Angeles. Inside this bar, Mexican and Chicano temporarily abandon the role of men who have internalized and allow themselves to go to the most sincere affection, allowing for (at least for a while) to his desire to win their own prejudices. Alongside this work represents both Karoui, who is of Japanese descent but now living in Spain for twenty years, is an invitation for us to share a stage in the journey where the excess, defined as training, acts as a stimulus to continue doing new discoveries.

a child he had seen a tramp asking her mother a piece of cake, and she gave it to him, and when the wanderer had left the road the child had said

- Mom, who is there?

- Mah .. is a tramp.

- Mom, I want to bum be great.

Kerouack Jack, On the Road

In this tale, one of his traveling companions that Sal Paradise meets On the Road remember how it was that stopped being afraid to say what she thought, making use of his apparent naivety in order to provoke. Similarly Beatrice Mochi Zamperoli as he prepares doing exercises with her hair, seems to send out a warning, a signal to say that it is preparing to fight, which is conscious of itself and is ready to overcome all obstacles, because even if you do not know yet, unable to fathom. And then there Vanni Bassetti, Playground, with its hesitant steps almost does not dare to cross the line, until you get to laugh Although there is nothing to laugh about that with sweet effrontery shows other companies through times like The danseuse and Duccio and Luigi.

And though ... We said something about a bus stop Monterey, Dean wanted to get as soon as possible in Mexico City and then thought that the road would become more interesting, especially farther, higher and there ... (Jack Kerouack, On the road ) I'll Never Give Up Smoking despite the denial of something may seem, is nothing but an invitation.

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Vanni Bassetti

Vanni Bassetti

Valentina Lapolla





Vanni Bassetti

Fermin Jiménez Landa

Vanni Bassetti & Fermin Jiménez Landa



Fermin Jiménez Landa

Kaoru Katayama, Beatrice Mochi Zamperoli e Valentina Lapolla

Fermin Jiménez Landa

Yonel Hidalgo

Valentina Lapolla


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