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Each grain of hourglass

Valeria Viganò
The disappearance of the alphabet
Knight Bus - 2009
..
"Now, after the first symptoms, he does not know how much memory disappears, fears that the years ahead will be a phasing out, an inevitable reduction, says the word typed on the white paper that accompanies the egg-shaped design of the skull. Even there There are gaps and each part has its place: the hippocampus, the amygdala, the cerebellum. Inside each one, so many different roads that takes blood, a network of streets and intersections, traffic and frantic button neurotransmitter that is about to go haywire.
What happens when you know that a system is about to collapse? Some people run away, begging help protect those who boldly goes to meet the disaster, those who want to exploit the reserves available to the last drop, every grain of hourglass. What will she do? He got the idea that his brain, reached too much complexity (or too complicated), entropy has chosen to self-destruction. The language is disarticolerà, the body barcollerà uncertain, the Tower of Babel franerà on itself, the farewell to his civilization. It will end up, like the goldfish, a memory of three seconds.
Then comes to mind who would like to remember one thing only, eliminating the other, digging up the refrigerator in which his mind it seems frozen. And he realizes that what is printed without being able to do anything about it is the physical intensity of happiness and sorrow. "
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In order for me to be tried only in size as a sword in un'arresa.

[...]

Siervo Mary never knew what had become of Cayetano Delaure, as she had returned with his basket of delights of the arcades and its insatiable nights.

On 29 May, now out of breath, dreamed of the new open window on a field covered with snow, where there was neither Cayetano Delaure there would never again be.

in her lap a bunch of golden grapes, the grapes which are reproduced if we had just eaten. However this time they invented them one by one, but two by two, almost breathless with anxiety to strip the bunch until the last berry.

The guardian who came to prepare for the sixth session of the exorcism of love found dead on bed with his eyes beaming. [...]

When delay to contemplate my situation and look at the road along which I have conducted.

I am going to leave me without art to those who will lose and finish me.

GGMarquez.

[Love and other demons]

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to school to learn

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a couple of press releases :
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The President of the Republic Giorgio Napolitano awarded a bronze medal as a prize of representation, the project against homophobia "to school to learn, accompanied dall'augurio for the success of the proposal for this school year to high schools in Friuli Venezia Giulia . The most authoritative
recognition for those who contributed to this project whose main purpose is to spread among young people in school values \u200b\u200band educational practices to prevent, combat and reduce the social prejudice towards gay people.
The initiative was sponsored by the Rainbow Club Arcigay Arcilesbica of Trieste in collaboration with Arcigay "New Steps" and Arcilesbica of Udine and Pordenone, and was achieved thanks to the contributions of psychologists and volunteers from the three associations.
The educational value of this proposal has also been recognized with the sponsorship from the Municipality of Trieste, Udine and Pordenone, the Province of Gorizia and Trieste, by the Companies for Health Services Triestina Isontina, Middle and Lower Friuli Friuli, the Faculty of Psychology, University of Trieste, who works at the project with research conducted among the students involved.
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" The award President of the Republic represents the consensus and the attention of the Head of State for the fight against homophobia, "said Paul Patane, national president of Arcigay.
The project last year, involving over 500 students from seven high schools in Friuli Venezia Giulia, while this year 750 students were involved, "says David Zotti President of the Circle Rainbow Arcigay Arcilesbica of Trieste.
" I remember - still Patanè - that Italy is still without a proper law enforcement to homophobia and transphobia and I hope this medal will encourage the Parliament to urgently find solutions. A Giorgio Napolitano is the felt Arcigay and all thanks to the LGBT community. "
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http://www.circoloarcobaleno.it/
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Martinvegas.

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Hunting is killing more tasty.

Come on, think. I

you get into your mind and tell me, tell us, what is your desire.

World peace? I would bet.

Want to international fame? Would you like to win a Pulitzer Prize? Or a Nobel prize for peace? An MTV Music Award?

fantasies must be unreal because the moment, the second where you get your wish, you do not want, you can not want it anymore.

desire to continue to exist must have its object perpetually absent. It is the object you want, is the fantasy object. Thus the desire to support the strangest fantasies.

But be careful what you wish for, because you can not get but because you did not want to pay once you've got.

So the lesson is that to live according to the wishes will not make you happy never to be fully human we must try to live according to our ideas and our ideals, not by measuring the life according to what you have achieved what you wanted to, but on the basis of little moments of integrity, compassion, rationality, and sometimes sacrifice.

Because in the end if we are to measure the meaning of our lives, we must value the lives of others.

[The Life of David Gale.]

"The story of martyrdom, the ultimate sacrifice of activist organizations in America fighting the death penalty. A civilized society must live with a hard truth: who seeks revenge digs two graves."

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clean and fair

Traveling by step fox

of Dacia Maraini

Rizzoli - 1991

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to ask my body to my body

waiting

what makes the pain

perched between ribs

bird lazy and tatting

what are you doing there, alone,

stupid, senseless, plucked,

to ask my body, my body

waiting

that there are those in the thick

arches of the breasts

myths solitary bees sucking honey

in the crown of the senses,

not happen I say that bees eat the heart

that the bird is eating the bees and

in the vacuum of chest pain

put on a nest and home?
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last delusions of youth,

disappeared lightness, broken eyes

fresh as the day is born!

my life that touch you

without knowing it and lose one by one

the most stupid and sensual desires

my life that you go around without

tail

without a breath of wind

between horizons of houses in a

trimestio Shoe

friends here if you stop

you would know that everything has already happened

between the wine and fruit on the tablecloth

flowers in a day of wonders yet

would be fair and clean

die without degenerating

shut up without saying goodbye

put his shoes and walk on board

sand hills in the joy of a return impossible

but the pain subsided slowly

is lost in the paths of the eyes

a new curiosity

peeps from the thoughts of death

heavy eyelids open for the day

leaving its egg

and the taste of life

creeps under the tongue

.

--- I'm alone, I say

and one might wonder

you wonder too

is curious, you say

that after so loved

and traveled and read and joked after

danced and chatted and made

children and divorced and remarried three times and made other children

I am surprised you say

that are only, after all do and undo

and walk and eat

the morning when I wake up

you say, there are still full of old skeleton

desires with all the dead friends behind but

I do, and you say you wonder your

wonder

with a light of grace

dark eyes and sincere

.

---

must also go under the water

and soaked to the skin to renew those

silk threads that no longer lead to no where while

must face the night with

Her gloves and plush

ask

feet to go where they do not want to give a greeting

to their meanness.

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Days and Distance

Elisabeth Bishop

(Worcester 1911-Boston 1979)

Discussion

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by Miracle at breakfast

(selection of poems by

"The Complete Poems, 1927-1979")

Adelphi - 2006

Translated by Damiano Abeni,

Riccardo Duranti, Ottavio Fatigue

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Days who can not or will not

nearest port,

Distance

which strives to appear

stubborn to say the least,

discuss discuss discuss

tirelessly with me without trying

that you are less desired or less expensive.

.

Distance: remember those regions

under the plane?

That costs

immersed in the sand beaches of vague

that extended indiscriminately

to the end, since

where my reasons end?

.

Days:

and think of all the instruments piled,

in practice one,

, canceling each other's experience and were

as a horrendous schedule

"Gift & More Never Forever, SpA".

.

Eco intimidating

items

we find separate

can be defeated and will be:

Days Distance and again thrown into the fray

and fleeing

is once and for all by the sweet that battlefield.

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Argument

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Days That Can Bring You near

or will not,

Distance Trying to appear

Something More Than obstinate,

Argue Argue Argue with me endlessly

neither proving you less wanted nor less dear.

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Distance: Remember all that land

beneath the plan;

that coastline

of dim beaches deep in sand

stretching indistinguishably

all tha way,

all the way to where my reasons end?

.

Days: And think

of all those cluttered instruments,

one to a fact,

canceling each other's experience;

how they were

like some hideous calendar

"Compliments of Never & Forever, Inc."

.

The intimidating sound

of these voices

we must separately find

can and shall be vanquished:

Days and Distance disarrayed again

and gone

both for good and from the gentle battleground.

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I chose this poem because this morning I said a lot of things, but I struggle to understand the last sentence in Italian translation. Perhaps that that confusing. Do you know an 'other translation of the poem? I'd like to read it.

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2009 Collection Liberty Falls

Voices from the hill

Edgar Master Lee

(1869, Kansas-1950, Pennsylvania)

Spoon River Anthology

Einaudi

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Published for the first time in Italy by Einaudi in 1943, discovered by Cesare Pavese, translated by Fernanda Pivano. On the hill is the cemetery, every grave conceals, stores, shows a life.

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Minerva Jones

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I am Minerva, the poetess of the village,

booed, jeered by the villain of the road

for my awkward body, his eyes squinted, and pace off

and so much more when "Butch" Weldy

me taken after a brutal fight.

I surrender to my fate with Doctor Meyers;

and I sank into death, freezing from feet to face, as

who falls in water ice.

Will someone go to the newspaper,

and collect the verses I wrote? -

I was so hungry for love!

I was so hungry for life!

.

I am Minerva, the village poetess,

Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street

For my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk,

And all the When more "Butch" Weldy Captured me

after a brutal hunt.

He left me to do my with Doctor Meyers;

And I sank into death, growing numb from the feet up,

Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice.

Will some one go to the village newspaper,

And gather into a book the verses I wrote? -

I thirsted so for love!

I hungered so for life!

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Doctor Meyer

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Nessuno, tranne il dottor Hill,

more than I did for the people of this city.

And all the weak, the crippled, the thwarted,

and who could not pay flocked to me.

I was comfortable on Dr. Meyers from a good heart.

I was healthy, happy, prosperous,

had a congenial companion, children and adults,

all married, and place in the world.

But one night, Minerva, the poetess,

came to me in trouble, crying.

I tried to help her - she died.

Mi accusarono, i giornali mi coprirono d'infamia,

mia moglie morì di crepacuore.

Mi finì la polmonite.

.

No other man, unless it was Doc Hill,

Did more for people in this town than I.

And all the weak, the halt, the improvident

And those who could not pay flocked to me.

I was good-hearted, easy Doctor Meyers.

I was healthy, happy, in comfortable fortune,

Blessed with a congenial mate, my children raised,

All wedded, doing well in the world.

And then one night, Minerva, the poetess,

Came to me in her trouble, crying.

I tried to help her out - she died -

They indicted me, the newspapers disgraced me,

My wife perished of a broken heart.

And pneumonia finished me.

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When I see your dream shine in your eyes I'll tell you.

'Here is where your treasure is, there also will your heart'. Part

the usual game.
"Jovanotti,"
No. "
" Max Pezzali?
No. "
" Elisa? "
" No. Further back ... "
"Baptists?"
No. "
" There! "
Shout from the bottom, spreading his arms in a flourish as a prelude to the triumph
" Uncle Scrooge! "
The class bursts into laughter.
Even Gandalf smiles, is silent. We fixed and then says
"Jesus Christ."
"What does the phrase?"
"It means that when we seem to not think about anything, we really think about what is important to us. Love is a kind of gravity: the invisible and universal, such as physics. Inevitably, our hearts, our eyes, our words, without realizing it they end up there, on what we love, like apple with gravity. "
" And if we do not like anything? "
" Impossible. Can you imagine the earth without gravity? O space without gravity? It would be a continuous bumper cars. Even those who think they do not like nothing like anything. And his thoughts are there, without realizing it. The point is not whether we like it or not, but what we love. Men always love something: beauty, intelligence, money, health, God .. "
" How do I love God, who is untouchable? "
" God is touched. "
" Where? " "
" In his body, with the Eucharist. "
" But Professor, that's a saying ... image ... "
" And you think I can life game for a figure of speech? And what you love, Leo, what do you think when you do not think of anything? "
" I think the red. "
Someone laughs by pretending to have caught a joke that I did.
Gandalf realized that I'm not joking.
"And how is it red?"
"How his hair ..."
Gandalf stares at me in the eye, or rather: in his eyes. Smiles
"For me it is so ..."
"And how?"
"As his blood."
Go to the blackboard and writes in silence: ' My love is white and ruddy'
It restarts the game.


... but I'm glad I have this dream.
When talks about the eyes shine, shine like the eyes of the dreamer when he explains. As shining eyes of Alexander the Great, Michelangelo, Dante .
According me what the dream is right. I ask you to look at my eyes and tell me when you shine, so maybe I find my dream while I'm talking about something and maybe I'm distracted and not notice it.
you're there.

DA

[ milk-white, as red as blood]

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Freedom comes naturally.

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Alive. [Part 2]

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Nic dwa razy

da Taccuino d'amore

of Wislawa Szymborska

.

Scheiwiller Books - 2002

by Pietro Marchesani

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Nothing twice

(1957)

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Nothing happens twice

not happen. For this reason

born without experience, without assefuazione

die.

.

Even the most obtuse to the students of the school

to repeat the planet is not given

seasons of the past.

.

Not a day that will accrue

not equal two nights the same, no two kisses alike

,

or two looks unaltered.

.

Yesterday, when your name

someone has given

it seemed to me that a rose bloom

on the pavement.

.

Today, we are together,

I turned my eyes elsewhere.

A rose. But how? Maybe

stone, or maybe flowers?

.

For you, now evil,

come on fear and uncertainty?

There you are - so you need to go.

past - and therein lies the beauty.

. We will

harmony,

smiling, arms, though we are different

as two drops of water.

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A sad reminder of her lost innocence.

The his life, his struggles, his pain and will go again, the last before the eyes of our spirit.

And now, at this grave moment that shakes the soul in the deep, when we get rid of everything that confuses us daily and we debase, a terribly severe voice touches our heart, a voice that we are not usually able capture nell'assordante din of the day: "And now? What is life? And this death?".

He scans the crowd of the apparitions and lost the pure mentality of childhood and the profound determination that only love can give.

doubts.

of self, of God

The world and life for him to become confused ghosts.

Nausea for everything that exists and that becomes the captures striking him with an iron fist and screaming at him to despair.

reached by the end of every living thing.

The senses are not.

In a silence filled with horror we feel, far, far away, like a nightingale's voice, as a last tremulous echo of earthly life.

And here: there is no trial, no sinners, nor right, neither large nor small, there is no penalty and no reward! A powerful feeling of love pervades us with a knowledge and a blessed existence.

"resurrect, it will rise."

Klopstock.

[Auferstehun]

hymn adapted from Gustav Mahler's Second Symphony for .

Prolapse After Giving Birth

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... A few words to the wise:
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CIARLTRONE (female rogue) = Individual despicable, unfair, lacking in seriousness.
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charlatan (female charlatans) = 1-
one time vendor of various goods, especially in trade fairs and the like. Smerciatore of shoddy products. 2 - Who uses the good faith and gullibility of others to their advantage. In the broad sense: who has skills that do not possess. Synonym: cheat.
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And finally:
CIALTRONAGLIA : A collection of scoundrels.
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Monotonicity

of Constantine Cavafy

.

First version by Filippo Maria Pontani (in Constantine Cavafy, Poems, Mondadori - 1961 )

second version by Margaret Dalmatians and Nelo Risi ( Constantine Cavafy, poems Fifty , Einaudi - 1968).

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follows a monotonous day

a new day, monotonous, unchanging.

the same things will happen, will happen again.

All times are equal, they leave.

.

A month passes and another month accompanies it.

What is strange imagine without calculation:

is yesterday, with the note bore seal.

And tomorrow never seems to be more tomorrow.

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the monotonous day by a monotonous

same day is below. Things will be identical

rifaranno and again -

moments imposed identity and disappear.

.

month that passes brings another month.

The things that happen we can guess the

effortlessly are the things of yesterday, annoying.

that ends tomorrow never seems to be more tomorrow.

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salutary lesson

Naked and raw
of Alan Bennett

Translated by Giulia Arborio Mella
and Claudia Valeria Letizia
Adelphi - 2001

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A married couple returning home discovers that he was robbed of everything, even the pants are remained. All gone, from toilet paper to toothpaste. What to do? What thoughts and inner urges are set in motion in such circumstances?
Twists and raw truth alternate with fresh emotions and defense mechanisms in the monotonous daily life of the couple, who seemed to be permanently hidden in a hole before the theft impose much to him as her a complete renewal of themselves .
The contents of the apartment, a few months later, in a surprising way back to the owners ... but now their life is no longer the same.
Irony and perseverance are the weapons with which to defend the two, until the end. Reserve the last page a couple of twists.
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A couple of weeks after the theft (all dated from now), stretched on the bean bag in front of the electric fireplace, Mrs. Ransome contemplated dècolletè now rather scuffed shoes, thinking of the next move. When someone died, they said, was the same: many things to attend to at the beginning, then nothing.
Yet, continuing his reflections before the sink, it seemed so abrupt that a separation from his worldly goods would entail some benefits, benefits that might not have dared to define spiritual but with more ease, they could be included in the category of "Salutary lesson". In his view, the fact that they almost literally pulled away the carpet from under the feet had to help stimulate thoughts on how he had lived since then [...] found not to be unhappy, it was said that this situation was more authentic and that from now on would have given up on the surplus (of course, subject to certain comfort).
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Quinciañeras Desnu

Clouds

Fernando Pessoa

The poet is a pretender

Two hundred

quotations chosen by Antonio Tabucchi .

(Translated by Tabucchi).

Feltrinelli - 1988
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In nine years I open the book, I gather from my notes and underlining that I liked a lot or otherwise in any case had given me plenty to think about! And I discover that I had even finished reading the Amsterdam airport (what was I doing? Do not remember.)

Citing some Quote:
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2 - Being a poet is not my ambition.

It 's my way of be alone.

33 - [...] I carry the scars of all the battles that I avoided. My body is aching with the effort that I have not even thought of doing.

34 - Life is a journey experimental fact involuntarily.

52 - [...] Man is not an animal is a meat clever [...].

58 - [...] I finally I had stayed I was able to slowly raise my exhausted body out of bed for anything in which I had thought about the universe.

59 - [...] Look, therefore, facing the bridge, passing the truth, and that I will restore and no fake, intelligent and natural.

-61 Just as we wash our body we should wash your fate, change life as we change underwear [...].

66 - Slaves of cardiac star

have conquered the world before you get out of bed,

but we wake up and it is opaque,

we got up and they have nothing, [...].

85 - Everything in its time has run its course.

86 - Only the illusion of freedom

freedom exists.

87 - [...] I articulated in periods and paragraphs, punctuation, and I become [...] me up like lunatics with dried flowers that are fresh only in my dreams.

89 - [...] my pretending to be ugly face of life itself.

103 -

The reality is always more or less

of what we want.

111 - Delicate as stem poppy

supports me now. Nothing I want.

115 - Be All in all things. Ask what the minimum six
you do.

122 - From my village I see the earth as you can see

Universe.

127 - Clouds ... [...] exist without my knowing it and die without my knowing. Are the interval between what is and what is not, between what's dream to be and how life has made me be the average between abstract and carnal things that are not nothing, nothing more than myself. Clouds ... [...]

130 - without the madness of what man

beast if not satisfied, deferred

corpse that procreate?

137 - A tired, violent and disproportionate

to exist ...

141 - Being the same thing in every possible way

at the same time.

161 - I do not care about the rhymes. Rarely

there are two trees equal, side by side.

166 - [...] the work of art is an invention with an absolute value.

192 - always live in the present. I do not know the future. I have not the past. The one I like the ability to weigh all the other as the reality of anything.

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