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Each grain of hourglass

Valeria Viganò
The disappearance of the alphabet
Knight Bus - 2009
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"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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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

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--- 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

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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.

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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?

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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".

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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?

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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."

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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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