I Like Smelling My Moms Feet

"THE POET AND THE WORLD" - Speech by Wislawa Szymborska, held at the Nobel Prize

Wislawa Szymborska was born July 2, 1923 at Bnin, a village near Poznan, Poland.

In 1931 he moved with his family in Krakow, a city which was always linked: we have studied, worked there and has resided there since then until today.

E 'as one of Europe's most representative poetic voices of the second half of the twentieth century. Its popularity is unparalleled in his country, has evolved with the award of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1996.

"THE POET AND THE WORLD"
of Wislawa Szymborska

In a speech, it seems, the first sentence is always the hardest. So I've already behind me ... But I feel that the following sentences will be difficult, the third, sixth, tenth, to the last, because I have to talk about poetry. On this subject I have spoken rarely, almost never. It is always accompanied by the conviction not to do so in the best way. That is why my speech will not be too long. Every imperfection is easier to bear if it is in small doses.

The poet today is skeptical and suspicious even - perhaps especially - against himself. Reluctant to declare in public that being a poet - almost a bit ashamed of it '. But in our time noisy it is much easier to admit your faults, if you show up well, and its quality much more difficult, because they are more hidden, and ourselves we are not convinced to the end ...

in questionnaires or in casual conversation, when the poet must necessarily define their jobs, he shows a kind of "literary" or appoints the other work he has done. The news of having to do with a poet is welcomed by employees or passengers who are with him on the bus with a slight uneasiness and disbelief, I suppose that even a philosopher inspire an equal embarrassment. He is still in a better situation, because for the most part have the opportunity to embellish their craft with some scientific title, Professor of Philosophy - sounds much more serious.

But there are no professors of poetry. If so, it would mean that it is in an occupation requiring specialized studies, exams regularly enriched with elaborate theoretical literature and references, and finally received diplomas with solemnity. And this in turn would mean that to become a poet are not enough sheets of paper, filled with even more sublime ways - but it is necessary, first and foremost, some certificate with a stamp. Let us remember that precisely on this basis was sentenced to confinement the Russian poet, and Nobel laureate Joseph Brodsky. It was considered a "parasite" because it had an official certificate authorizing it to be a poet ...

Years ago I had the honor and joy to meet him in person. I noticed that he alone among the poets I knew, liked to say of himself "poet", he pronounced the word without inner resistance, even with a certain freedom provocative. I think that this was due to the brutal humiliations he suffered in his youth. In countries

happy, where human dignity is not violated so easily, of course, poets seeking publication, read and understood, but not do much, or at least very little, to stand out among other human beings every day. But until not long ago in the early decades of this century, the poets liked to dress to impress with a bizarre and eccentric behavior. But it was always a show for the public. Came the moment when the poet closed the door behind her, got rid of all those cloaks, trimmings and other accessories poetic, and remained silent, waiting for himself, before a sheet of paper still unwritten. Because, in truth, only that counts.

And 'is significant that produce a continuous film on the life of many great scientists and great artists. Directors of some ambition means so likely represent the creative process that has led to important scientific discoveries or the birth of famous works of art. E 'can show some success with the work of certain scientists laboratories, varied instrumentation, mechanisms activated succeed for a while' to capture the attention of the audience. There are also a very dramatic moment in which we do not know if the experiment repeated for the thousandth time, with only a slight change will finally give the expected result. They can be spectacular film about the painter - you can recreate all the phases of the birth of a picture, the initial treatment until the last brush stroke. The films about composers are filled with music - from the start that the artist feels in itself, until the complete score of the work. All this is still naive and did not say anything about the strange state of mind popularly known as "inspiration", but at least there's that look and to listen.

Things are much worse for poets. Their work is not at all photogenic. A person sitting at a table or lying on the couch with his eyes fixed motionless on the wall or ceiling, occasionally writes seven verses, one quarter of an hour after they remove one, and spends another hour in which nothing happens. .. What viewer would be able to withstand such a spectacle?

I mentioned inspiration. Asked what it is, if any, contemporary poets give evasive answers. Not because I have never felt the benefit of this inner impulse. The reason is another. It is not easy to explain to someone something that we ourselves do not understand.

too sometimes, when faced with this question, avoiding the substance of the thing. But answer this: inspiration is not an exclusive privilege of poets or artists generally. There is, there has been and always will be a group of individuals visited by inspiration. There are those who consciously choose to work and play with passion and imagination. There are doctors such, there are such teachers, gardeners, there are still such and a hundred other professions. Their work can be a never-ending adventure, if you know only see in it new challenges. Despite the difficulties and defeats, their curiosity is not affected. For every problem solved for them comes a flood of new questions. The inspiration, whatever it is, comes from a never-I do not know. "

of people so there are not many. The majority of the inhabitants of this earth works to procure a living, because it must work. Are not they choose to work with passion, are the circumstances of life they choose for them. A job is not loved, a job that bored, however, appreciated only because not all accessible, is one of the greatest human disasters. And no indicator that the next few centuries in this area will bring some happy change.

I can say, therefore, that it is true that I remove the monopoly of inspiration to poets, however, places them in the small group of elected by lot.

They can then cast doubt on those who listen to me. So even murderers, dictators, fanatics, demagogues struggling for power with the aid of a slogan, shouted provided strong, love their work and also play with zealous imagination. Okay, they "know". They know, and what they know is enough for him once and for all. They feel no curiosity for anything else, because this might weaken the strength of their arguments. And all knowledge from which they derive new questions, quickly becomes dead, it loses the temperature to support life. In extreme cases, as well teaches ancient history and contemporary, may even be a mortal danger to society.

why I appreciate so two small little words: "I do not know." Small, but winged. Words that extend our lives in lands that are in ourselves and in the territories in which our tiny Earth is suspended. If Isaac Newton had not said "I do not know," the apples in the garden could have been dropped in front of him and hail him as, at best, would have stooped to pick up, eating it with gusto. If my compatriot Marie Sklodowska Curie had not said "no I know "would certainly become a chemistry teacher in a boarding school for young ladies of good family, and would spend his life doing this activity, however, honest. But he repeated "I do not know" and it is these words led her, and twice in Stockholm, where they are awarded the Nobel Prize people and eternally restless soul searching.

The poet, while the poet must continually repeat to himself "I do not know." With all his work tries to give an answer, but as soon as he finished writing already invaded the doubt and begins to realize that these are an interim response and totally inadequate. So try again and then another, until literary historians do not bind together evidence of his dissatisfaction with himself, calling it "artistic" ...

Sometimes I dream of impossible situations. In my recklessness I imagine, for example, have the opportunity to converse with the Ecclesiastes, the author of a very deep lament on the vanity of all human action. I bow deeply in front of him, because it is - at least for me-I could one of the most important. And then took his hand. "Nothing new under the sun" you wrote, Ecclesiastes. But you yourself are born new under the sun. And you are the author of the poem is also new under the sun, why not before you wrote it no. And new under the sun are all your readers, because those who lived before you, after all, could not read it. The cypress tree in whose shade you were sitting here since the world is not growing. He gave some other beginning cypress, like yours, but not quite the same. And also I want to ask, or Ecclesiastes, write what you mean, now, new under the sun. Something to contemplate even your thoughts, or are you not trying to deny anyone? In your poem before you saw the joy-what if the passengers? Perhaps, then, is that it will talk about your new poem in the sun? You have already notes, the initial sketches? I do not think you will say: "I wrote all, I have nothing to add. " No poet in the world can say, let alone a big like you.

The world, whatever we think, frightened by its vastness and our impotence in the face of it, embittered by its indifference to individual suffering (of humans, animals, plants and perhaps, for he who gives us the certainty that the plants are exempt from suffering?), no matter what we think of her dead space radiation of the stars, stars around which planets have already begun to discover (already dead? More deaths?), no matter what we think of this measureless theater to which yes we have a ticket, but with a ridiculously validity short, limited by two dates categorical, yet we thought anything of this world - it is amazing.

But the definition of "astonishing" lies a sort of logical trap. After all, we are surprised that deviates from some standard known and generally accepted, by some obvious we're used to. Well, obviously such a world does not exist. Our astonishment is for himself and not the result of no comparison with anything.

right, in common speech, that does not reflect on every word, we all use the terms "normal world," normal life normal course of things ... However, in the language of poetry, in which every word has a weight, there is nothing ordinary and normal. No stone and no cloud over it. No day and no night that follows. Above all, there is nothing anyone in this world.

Apparently poets will always have a lot to do.

December 7, 1996

I Like Smelling My Moms Feet

"THE POET AND THE WORLD" - Speech by Wislawa Szymborska, held at the Nobel Prize

Wislawa Szymborska was born July 2, 1923 at Bnin, a village near Poznan, Poland.

In 1931 he moved with his family in Krakow, a city which was always linked: we have studied, worked there and has resided there since then until today.

E 'as one of Europe's most representative poetic voices of the second half of the twentieth century. Its popularity is unparalleled in his country, has evolved with the award of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1996.

"THE POET AND THE WORLD"
of Wislawa Szymborska

In a speech, it seems, the first sentence is always the hardest. So I've already behind me ... But I feel that the following sentences will be difficult, the third, sixth, tenth, to the last, because I have to talk about poetry. On this subject I have spoken rarely, almost never. It is always accompanied by the conviction not to do so in the best way. That is why my speech will not be too long. Every imperfection is easier to bear if it is in small doses.

The poet today is skeptical and suspicious even - perhaps especially - against himself. Reluctant to declare in public that being a poet - almost a bit ashamed of it '. But in our time noisy it is much easier to admit your faults, if you show up well, and its quality much more difficult, because they are more hidden, and ourselves we are not convinced to the end ...

in questionnaires or in casual conversation, when the poet must necessarily define their jobs, he shows a kind of "literary" or appoints the other work he has done. The news of having to do with a poet is welcomed by employees or passengers who are with him on the bus with a slight uneasiness and disbelief, I suppose that even a philosopher inspire an equal embarrassment. He is still in a better situation, because for the most part have the opportunity to embellish their craft with some scientific title, Professor of Philosophy - sounds much more serious.

But there are no professors of poetry. If so, it would mean that it is in an occupation requiring specialized studies, exams regularly enriched with elaborate theoretical literature and references, and finally received diplomas with solemnity. And this in turn would mean that to become a poet are not enough sheets of paper, filled with even more sublime ways - but it is necessary, first and foremost, some certificate with a stamp. Let us remember that precisely on this basis was sentenced to confinement the Russian poet, and Nobel laureate Joseph Brodsky. It was considered a "parasite" because it had an official certificate authorizing it to be a poet ...

Years ago I had the honor and joy to meet him in person. I noticed that he alone among the poets I knew, liked to say of himself "poet", he pronounced the word without inner resistance, even with a certain freedom provocative. I think that this was due to the brutal humiliations he suffered in his youth. In countries

happy, where human dignity is not violated so easily, of course, poets seeking publication, read and understood, but not do much, or at least very little, to stand out among other human beings every day. But until not long ago in the early decades of this century, the poets liked to dress to impress with a bizarre and eccentric behavior. But it was always a show for the public. Came the moment when the poet closed the door behind her, got rid of all those cloaks, trimmings and other accessories poetic, and remained silent, waiting for himself, before a sheet of paper still unwritten. Because, in truth, only that counts.

And 'is significant that produce a continuous film on the life of many great scientists and great artists. Directors of some ambition means so likely represent the creative process that has led to important scientific discoveries or the birth of famous works of art. E 'can show some success with the work of certain scientists laboratories, varied instrumentation, mechanisms activated succeed for a while' to capture the attention of the audience. There are also a very dramatic moment in which we do not know if the experiment repeated for the thousandth time, with only a slight change will finally give the expected result. They can be spectacular film about the painter - you can recreate all the phases of the birth of a picture, the initial treatment until the last brush stroke. The films about composers are filled with music - from the start that the artist feels in itself, until the complete score of the work. All this is still naive and did not say anything about the strange state of mind popularly known as "inspiration", but at least there's that look and to listen.

Things are much worse for poets. Their work is not at all photogenic. A person sitting at a table or lying on the couch with his eyes fixed motionless on the wall or ceiling, occasionally writes seven verses, one quarter of an hour after they remove one, and spends another hour in which nothing happens. .. What viewer would be able to withstand such a spectacle?

I mentioned inspiration. Asked what it is, if any, contemporary poets give evasive answers. Not because I have never felt the benefit of this inner impulse. The reason is another. It is not easy to explain to someone something that we ourselves do not understand.

too sometimes, when faced with this question, avoiding the substance of the thing. But answer this: inspiration is not an exclusive privilege of poets or artists generally. There is, there has been and always will be a group of individuals visited by inspiration. There are those who consciously choose to work and play with passion and imagination. There are doctors such, there are such teachers, gardeners, there are still such and a hundred other professions. Their work can be a never-ending adventure, if you know only see in it new challenges. Despite the difficulties and defeats, their curiosity is not affected. For every problem solved for them comes a flood of new questions. The inspiration, whatever it is, comes from a never-I do not know. "

of people so there are not many. The majority of the inhabitants of this earth works to procure a living, because it must work. Are not they choose to work with passion, are the circumstances of life they choose for them. A job is not loved, a job that bored, however, appreciated only because not all accessible, is one of the greatest human disasters. And no indicator that the next few centuries in this area will bring some happy change.

I can say, therefore, that it is true that I remove the monopoly of inspiration to poets, however, places them in the small group of elected by lot.

They can then cast doubt on those who listen to me. So even murderers, dictators, fanatics, demagogues struggling for power with the aid of a slogan, shouted provided strong, love their work and also play with zealous imagination. Okay, they "know". They know, and what they know is enough for him once and for all. They feel no curiosity for anything else, because this might weaken the strength of their arguments. And all knowledge from which they derive new questions, quickly becomes dead, it loses the temperature to support life. In extreme cases, as well teaches ancient history and contemporary, may even be a mortal danger to society.

why I appreciate so two small little words: "I do not know." Small, but winged. Words that extend our lives in lands that are in ourselves and in the territories in which our tiny Earth is suspended. If Isaac Newton had not said "I do not know," the apples in the garden could have been dropped in front of him and hail him as, at best, would have stooped to pick up, eating it with gusto. If my compatriot Marie Sklodowska Curie had not said "no I know "would certainly become a chemistry teacher in a boarding school for young ladies of good family, and would spend his life doing this activity, however, honest. But he repeated "I do not know" and it is these words led her, and twice in Stockholm, where they are awarded the Nobel Prize people and eternally restless soul searching.

The poet, while the poet must continually repeat to himself "I do not know." With all his work tries to give an answer, but as soon as he finished writing already invaded the doubt and begins to realize that these are an interim response and totally inadequate. So try again and then another, until literary historians do not bind together evidence of his dissatisfaction with himself, calling it "artistic" ...

Sometimes I dream of impossible situations. In my recklessness I imagine, for example, have the opportunity to converse with the Ecclesiastes, the author of a very deep lament on the vanity of all human action. I bow deeply in front of him, because it is - at least for me-I could one of the most important. And then took his hand. "Nothing new under the sun" you wrote, Ecclesiastes. But you yourself are born new under the sun. And you are the author of the poem is also new under the sun, why not before you wrote it no. And new under the sun are all your readers, because those who lived before you, after all, could not read it. The cypress tree in whose shade you were sitting here since the world is not growing. He gave some other beginning cypress, like yours, but not quite the same. And also I want to ask, or Ecclesiastes, write what you mean, now, new under the sun. Something to contemplate even your thoughts, or are you not trying to deny anyone? In your poem before you saw the joy-what if the passengers? Perhaps, then, is that it will talk about your new poem in the sun? You have already notes, the initial sketches? I do not think you will say: "I wrote all, I have nothing to add. " No poet in the world can say, let alone a big like you.

The world, whatever we think, frightened by its vastness and our impotence in the face of it, embittered by its indifference to individual suffering (of humans, animals, plants and perhaps, for he who gives us the certainty that the plants are exempt from suffering?), no matter what we think of her dead space radiation of the stars, stars around which planets have already begun to discover (already dead? More deaths?), no matter what we think of this measureless theater to which yes we have a ticket, but with a ridiculously validity short, limited by two dates categorical, yet we thought anything of this world - it is amazing.

But the definition of "astonishing" lies a sort of logical trap. After all, we are surprised that deviates from some standard known and generally accepted, by some obvious we're used to. Well, obviously such a world does not exist. Our astonishment is for himself and not the result of no comparison with anything.

right, in common speech, that does not reflect on every word, we all use the terms "normal world," normal life normal course of things ... However, in the language of poetry, in which every word has a weight, there is nothing ordinary and normal. No stone and no cloud over it. No day and no night that follows. Above all, there is nothing anyone in this world.

Apparently poets will always have a lot to do.

December 7, 1996

Arcade Alley Install Directions

A COMMUNITY 'IN THE SERVICE OF THE MOST' NEEDY

A COMMUNITY 'IN THE SERVICE OF THE MOST' NEEDY

The headquarters of the Community of Bethany - on Fondamenta della Misericordia in Cannaregio - where every evening meals are provided free of charge to people over 70, both Italian and foreign , people facing difficulty, hardship and poverty. Which, during the week, may also have other free services - such as showers, distribution of clothing, laundry, barber and pedicure etc. - In addition to be helped in finding a job, sometimes only temporary, but nevertheless useful in order to facilitate the exit from the condition unhappy where they are and hopefully achieve a new dignity.

Such an activity, very humanitarian and, while undoubtedly of great social value and is made possible by the offers from parishes, individuals, and Caritas Patriarchal Curia of Venice. But, above all, thanks to the work of a large group of tireless volunteers, who, in order to provide its assistance and solidarity to those who unwittingly finds himself in need, do not hesitate to steal time and energy to their professional commitments and family.
Which, in a historical moment, like the present, where the vast majority of people tend selfishly to withdraw into herself, is, without a shadow of doubt, an admirable example, in contrast, sensitivity, generosity and respect towards the less fortunate than ourselves, which we would do well to ponder.

ENZO PEDROCCHI

Arcade Alley Install Directions

A COMMUNITY 'IN THE SERVICE OF THE MOST' NEEDY

A COMMUNITY 'IN THE SERVICE OF THE MOST' NEEDY

The headquarters of the Community of Bethany - on Fondamenta della Misericordia in Cannaregio - where every evening meals are provided free of charge to people over 70, both Italian and foreign , people facing difficulty, hardship and poverty. Which, during the week, may also have other free services - such as showers, distribution of clothing, laundry, barber and pedicure etc. - In addition to be helped in finding a job, sometimes only temporary, but nevertheless useful in order to facilitate the exit from the condition unhappy where they are and hopefully achieve a new dignity.

Such an activity, very humanitarian and, while undoubtedly of great social value and is made possible by the offers from parishes, individuals, and Caritas Patriarchal Curia of Venice. But, above all, thanks to the work of a large group of tireless volunteers, who, in order to provide its assistance and solidarity to those who unwittingly finds himself in need, do not hesitate to steal time and energy to their professional commitments and family.
Which, in a historical moment, like the present, where the vast majority of people tend selfishly to withdraw into herself, is, without a shadow of doubt, an admirable example, in contrast, sensitivity, generosity and respect towards the less fortunate than ourselves, which we would do well to ponder.

ENZO PEDROCCHI

Recovery From Ovarian Cyst Removal

VIVA ITALY!

Long live Italy! Italy, despite the dark economic and political situation that is going through, and beyond doubt, and many of its flaws, however, knows how to look with confidence and hope for its future.

This was not, in part, that images like this. In which, among other obvious the laudable determination of certain parents to instill in their children's love for his country, as well as the pride of belonging, which, along with countless other reasons related to the proverbial qualities of intelligence and creativity that distinguish us, can not fail us well-founded hope and look with confidence to our future.


ENZO PEDROCCHI

Recovery From Ovarian Cyst Removal

VIVA ITALY!

Long live Italy! Italy, despite the dark economic and political situation that is going through, and beyond doubt, and many of its flaws, however, knows how to look with confidence and hope for its future.

This was not, in part, that images like this. In which, among other obvious the laudable determination of certain parents to instill in their children's love for his country, as well as the pride of belonging, which, along with countless other reasons related to the proverbial qualities of intelligence and creativity that distinguish us, can not fail us well-founded hope and look with confidence to our future.


ENZO PEDROCCHI

What Are The Bumps On My Chest

Address by Federico Ciardelli on PisaNotizie

Federico Ciardelli, president of 'Nicola Ciardelli Onlus Association, spoke today on PisaNotizie , where we invite you to read his message.

What Are The Bumps On My Chest

Address by Federico Ciardelli on PisaNotizie

Federico Ciardelli, president of 'Nicola Ciardelli Onlus Association, spoke today on PisaNotizie , where we invite you to read his message.

Import Brazilian T2 Bus

If you want peace prepare for peace: the intervention of an educator of kindergarten

If you want peace prepare for peace.

But how to make peace? Meanwhile, this question is to think of peace as a process, as a dynamic concept that requires projects, construction, support substantiated in words, actions, behaviors, attitudes and choices.
Easy? I do not think because it reminds me of consistency, tenacity, perseverance, endurance. Values \u200b\u200bthat today are difficult to identify all together. Things are complicated in this contemporary world, always have setbacks as important as the direction in law are tangled in a tangle of wires that binds them together.



Meanwhile prepare for peace if there is only concerned to oppose the war, but also bring together small daily actions that build meaning and significance of education for peace.
The controversy that is inflaming the city on the day of April 27 is controversial, mainly because the actors involved, from my point of view, acting in good faith and on an informed basis, with good reasons, each one seeing things from an angle different.

Foundation Ciardelli could commemorate the loss in a thousand otherwise, why choose this particular way? Why choose to stay in the middle of a storm ideological color tones of bitter memory, the memory of an event already bitter?

The City as a public body governed by a junta because the center-left chooses to sponsor this event and in turn to position themselves right in the center of the storm?

associations, free citizens disagree, criticize an organizational choice and that's it?
really enough get rid of the participation of students during school hours to turn the spotlight of the conflict?

and I use that word on purpose, this is a conflict, you can handle, you can cross, can be addressed without being destroyed. The conflict is not war!

And yet the parents who are soldiers as such, by definition, will be inspired by military values \u200b\u200balso in relationships, their idea of \u200b\u200bthe world? What have they refer to this whole debate?

The schools and teachers, parents and boys and girls who choose to participate because they do it? They have less to heart the peace of others? are all more inattentive and superficial?

as educators in kindergarten I live my daily work addressing the complexity of things, the tangle of wires that connects things so sometimes controversial, facing a daily basis that my duty is to be aware of the myths, beliefs and philosophy that guides my choices. Knowledge that I must necessarily lead to a government of themselves, which should take me to make a sober use and respect for others even if it is a child, to educate, raise awareness, not indoctrinate.
safe for children, this will be an important, because you can not bury our heads in the sand: the reality of the barracks and the military and war there.
If you want peace prepare for peace ... it is urgent to begin to sow, to scatter pills awareness, knowledge, begin to equip children with critical tools, glasses new to read what surrounds them, what happens. If the school and the family to abdicate this task, what does he do? Who will leave the task to do so? Although this is utopia, I will not stop growing as a person and as mother and teacher can share and leave it
inheritance.


If you want peace prepare for peace. In my opinion, all the actors involved in this conflict, if they will become responsible for a culture of peace will stay in some way preparing for the peace, each with its own contribution in place, partisan, not at all indifferent.
I speak of a conflict created because this day brings a great discussion, and then ... silence.
If you want peace prepare for peace, which would require a day's discussion remains on, costruisse some new scenery, still some way to offset a little joke, to show, for food, to support, not to forget, to maintain the high ' focus on peace, on the meaning and significance that can take on a daily basis for each person, a family, a school, a child, a community of a city. To construct a concrete policy of peace, cooperation, non-violence.

Mina Canaries, who teaches kindergarten

Import Brazilian T2 Bus

If you want peace prepare for peace: the intervention of an educator of kindergarten

If you want peace prepare for peace.

But how to make peace? Meanwhile, this question is to think of peace as a process, as a dynamic concept that requires projects, construction, support substantiated in words, actions, behaviors, attitudes and choices.
Easy? I do not think because it reminds me of consistency, tenacity, perseverance, endurance. Values \u200b\u200bthat today are difficult to identify all together. Things are complicated in this contemporary world, always have setbacks as important as the direction in law are tangled in a tangle of wires that binds them together.



Meanwhile prepare for peace if there is only concerned to oppose the war, but also bring together small daily actions that build meaning and significance of education for peace.
The controversy that is inflaming the city on the day of April 27 is controversial, mainly because the actors involved, from my point of view, acting in good faith and on an informed basis, with good reasons, each one seeing things from an angle different.

Foundation Ciardelli could commemorate the loss in a thousand otherwise, why choose this particular way? Why choose to stay in the middle of a storm ideological color tones of bitter memory, the memory of an event already bitter?

The City as a public body governed by a junta because the center-left chooses to sponsor this event and in turn to position themselves right in the center of the storm?

associations, free citizens disagree, criticize an organizational choice and that's it?
really enough get rid of the participation of students during school hours to turn the spotlight of the conflict?

and I use that word on purpose, this is a conflict, you can handle, you can cross, can be addressed without being destroyed. The conflict is not war!

And yet the parents who are soldiers as such, by definition, will be inspired by military values \u200b\u200balso in relationships, their idea of \u200b\u200bthe world? What have they refer to this whole debate?

The schools and teachers, parents and boys and girls who choose to participate because they do it? They have less to heart the peace of others? are all more inattentive and superficial?

as educators in kindergarten I live my daily work addressing the complexity of things, the tangle of wires that connects things so sometimes controversial, facing a daily basis that my duty is to be aware of the myths, beliefs and philosophy that guides my choices. Knowledge that I must necessarily lead to a government of themselves, which should take me to make a sober use and respect for others even if it is a child, to educate, raise awareness, not indoctrinate.
safe for children, this will be an important, because you can not bury our heads in the sand: the reality of the barracks and the military and war there.
If you want peace prepare for peace ... it is urgent to begin to sow, to scatter pills awareness, knowledge, begin to equip children with critical tools, glasses new to read what surrounds them, what happens. If the school and the family to abdicate this task, what does he do? Who will leave the task to do so? Although this is utopia, I will not stop growing as a person and as mother and teacher can share and leave it
inheritance.


If you want peace prepare for peace. In my opinion, all the actors involved in this conflict, if they will become responsible for a culture of peace will stay in some way preparing for the peace, each with its own contribution in place, partisan, not at all indifferent.
I speak of a conflict created because this day brings a great discussion, and then ... silence.
If you want peace prepare for peace, which would require a day's discussion remains on, costruisse some new scenery, still some way to offset a little joke, to show, for food, to support, not to forget, to maintain the high ' focus on peace, on the meaning and significance that can take on a daily basis for each person, a family, a school, a child, a community of a city. To construct a concrete policy of peace, cooperation, non-violence.

Mina Canaries, who teaches kindergarten

Australia Sunday Pink Trousers

Bridge to ... Iraq, no military flights

The intervention of a bridge ... published PisaNotizie , is given below.
Sign the appeal!

Association Bridge to ... founded in 1991 to work against the effects of wars so-called "humanitarian" on the civilian population in Iraq and elsewhere, is involved in Pisa last year two major initiatives of local civil society: the military campaign against the hub airport, and that against the development of the Solidarity Day in the barracks Gamerra. We assert forcefully our support for these instances and reject any accusation of "mystification" of those who defend the project military hub for humanitarian purposes, and those who believe uplifting to bring children into a barracks during school hours. Many in the military and institutional sincerely hope that the Italian soldiers can only deal with humanitarian operations, but the reality is quite different.

First, it is not for the military to bring humanitarian aid. The United Nations Guidelines for the use of military and defense in support for humanitarian interventions, they are very clear: "In principle, resources of belligerent military forces, or forces that are actively involved in fighting, should be used in support of humanitarian operations. " In addition military resources should be used only as a last resort when you can not otherwise deliver the aid, worth the risk of undermining the perceived neutrality and impartiality of humanitarian agencies, and hence endanger workers and recipients of aid. The armies explicitly state that military cooperation is to win "hearts and minds" of populations in areas of intervention, but this manipulation is clearly rejected.

Secondly, it is misleading to associate the term "humanitarian" in combat operations or military intervention, even if carried out in order to protect the safety of people, separating combatants and to prevent abuse. The rhetoric of humanitarian war has been used to legitimize actions that groped did not have the authorization of the UN Security Council, and the confusion between humanitarian intervention and humanitarian aid is supplied to art to confuse the public. Unfortunately most of the missions of "peacekeeping" are rules of engagement that do not meet the primary objective in the tasks entrusted by the United Nations: the protection of civilians. Italian soldiers in Afghanistan and Iraq in the first are the first to be aware that in those countries are going to fight and not to bring candy. You risk your skin every day and it is not easy to respect international humanitarian law. In the "battle of the bridges in Nasiriyah Italian soldiers fired on an ambulance killing several civilians, but were amazingly acquitted by military prosecutors in Rome. And the budget wars of recent years is well known: the first victims are civilians and the weakest among them.

It is true that Bridge to ... requesting assistance to Italian institutions in Italy to bring an Iraqi girl who needed urgent care, and that the Association Ciardelli supported us in the procedure to be delivered by military aircraft. Unfortunately, the cooperation of the Italian Ministry of Foreign Affairs has little, or no, funding for humanitarian activities or civilian flights to Iraq, and the only carriers used are military. Regular airlines do now with a stop in Baghdad is very expensive, and we did not resources to our friends to buy two plane tickets, no time to wait. So the Iraqi girl and her father boarded a military helicopter that made a stopover in Baghdad, carrying military personnel and goods from other war scenarios. The presence of a child to operate in Italy was not a humanitarian flight, as the press has instead tried to write, by jumping on each other as ever had done for the other guests Iraqis who have brought in Tuscany in recent years with civil flights. Un Ponte per ... years supported with resources from private citizens, 250 children in conflict areas and it is not our custom, unlike others, exploit this activity.

The 46th Brigade has made its some with extreme accuracy and availability in the event of Iraqi children, as the hospital has operated on the Regione Lazio who has paid the expensive operation, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs which has facilitated the issuance of visas, and those between public and religious who have welcomed and hosted free of charge. We asked institutions to support a case that we could not otherwise dealt with, but we will try to continue our work with civil structures and resources. The international military presence in Iraq as in Afghanistan, remains tied to a cruel, unjust war and occupation in which they were committed war crimes and thousands of innocents were killed. And the effects these wars of them are paying especially children with terrible illnesses associated with the use of chemical weapons, pollution of aquifers, to the thousands of mines scattered in the fields.

They too would like to recall a day of solidarity that seeks sincerely and simply to support a worthy project, such as the Children's Home Association ONLUS Nicola Ciardelli. So again, with force, the application to this Association and the Municipality of Pisa to decouple the school activities of this day from the barracks Gamerra and make it a celebration open to all organizations that deal with every day of Solidarity. To each his own craft.

Martina Pignatti Morano, A Bridge To ... Pisa

Australia Sunday Pink Trousers

Bridge to ... Iraq, no military flights

The intervention of a bridge ... published PisaNotizie , is given below.
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Association Bridge to ... founded in 1991 to work against the effects of wars so-called "humanitarian" on the civilian population in Iraq and elsewhere, is involved in Pisa last year two major initiatives of local civil society: the military campaign against the hub airport, and that against the development of the Solidarity Day in the barracks Gamerra. We assert forcefully our support for these instances and reject any accusation of "mystification" of those who defend the project military hub for humanitarian purposes, and those who believe uplifting to bring children into a barracks during school hours. Many in the military and institutional sincerely hope that the Italian soldiers can only deal with humanitarian operations, but the reality is quite different.

First, it is not for the military to bring humanitarian aid. The United Nations Guidelines for the use of military and defense in support for humanitarian interventions, they are very clear: "In principle, resources of belligerent military forces, or forces that are actively involved in fighting, should be used in support of humanitarian operations. " In addition military resources should be used only as a last resort when you can not otherwise deliver the aid, worth the risk of undermining the perceived neutrality and impartiality of humanitarian agencies, and hence endanger workers and recipients of aid. The armies explicitly state that military cooperation is to win "hearts and minds" of populations in areas of intervention, but this manipulation is clearly rejected.

Secondly, it is misleading to associate the term "humanitarian" in combat operations or military intervention, even if carried out in order to protect the safety of people, separating combatants and to prevent abuse. The rhetoric of humanitarian war has been used to legitimize actions that groped did not have the authorization of the UN Security Council, and the confusion between humanitarian intervention and humanitarian aid is supplied to art to confuse the public. Unfortunately most of the missions of "peacekeeping" are rules of engagement that do not meet the primary objective in the tasks entrusted by the United Nations: the protection of civilians. Italian soldiers in Afghanistan and Iraq in the first are the first to be aware that in those countries are going to fight and not to bring candy. You risk your skin every day and it is not easy to respect international humanitarian law. In the "battle of the bridges in Nasiriyah Italian soldiers fired on an ambulance killing several civilians, but were amazingly acquitted by military prosecutors in Rome. And the budget wars of recent years is well known: the first victims are civilians and the weakest among them.

It is true that Bridge to ... requesting assistance to Italian institutions in Italy to bring an Iraqi girl who needed urgent care, and that the Association Ciardelli supported us in the procedure to be delivered by military aircraft. Unfortunately, the cooperation of the Italian Ministry of Foreign Affairs has little, or no, funding for humanitarian activities or civilian flights to Iraq, and the only carriers used are military. Regular airlines do now with a stop in Baghdad is very expensive, and we did not resources to our friends to buy two plane tickets, no time to wait. So the Iraqi girl and her father boarded a military helicopter that made a stopover in Baghdad, carrying military personnel and goods from other war scenarios. The presence of a child to operate in Italy was not a humanitarian flight, as the press has instead tried to write, by jumping on each other as ever had done for the other guests Iraqis who have brought in Tuscany in recent years with civil flights. Un Ponte per ... years supported with resources from private citizens, 250 children in conflict areas and it is not our custom, unlike others, exploit this activity.

The 46th Brigade has made its some with extreme accuracy and availability in the event of Iraqi children, as the hospital has operated on the Regione Lazio who has paid the expensive operation, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs which has facilitated the issuance of visas, and those between public and religious who have welcomed and hosted free of charge. We asked institutions to support a case that we could not otherwise dealt with, but we will try to continue our work with civil structures and resources. The international military presence in Iraq as in Afghanistan, remains tied to a cruel, unjust war and occupation in which they were committed war crimes and thousands of innocents were killed. And the effects these wars of them are paying especially children with terrible illnesses associated with the use of chemical weapons, pollution of aquifers, to the thousands of mines scattered in the fields.

They too would like to recall a day of solidarity that seeks sincerely and simply to support a worthy project, such as the Children's Home Association ONLUS Nicola Ciardelli. So again, with force, the application to this Association and the Municipality of Pisa to decouple the school activities of this day from the barracks Gamerra and make it a celebration open to all organizations that deal with every day of Solidarity. To each his own craft.

Martina Pignatti Morano, A Bridge To ... Pisa

Solid Black Tatoo Sleeve

noisy (Ed. Smasher - 2010)

noisy


In this great shouting in the merchandise
this enchantment with the words of the listener
hired as whores
no other measure that the silence ...
look in his eyes when nests

certain promises and testimonies are stripped of fantasy where the night is

night light that you see is light
and the language is silent as defeat closed in the cage

teeth and what happens
feel like a forgotten shadow.




BORDER


Which place are you pregnant? What
voice your prayer
you from passive consumers
crossing?

as an arrow pierced the sky

echoes those metals.

That night it rained tears


of stars with the lament of God




HEAR THE SONATA FOR VIOLIN AND PIANO George Enescu

(Daniela)

... How?
do not mean the language of the staff. ... A love
incapable?

This is your complaint?
If you love may be unable
you ask?

love has no eyes. He has expertise

or foundation.

is a crater that opens

suddenly be filled with sand grains. Your


care to count everyone
in the presence of wind.




SOUL IN CLOSED



In closed
soul is the source of
gestures where the waters flow
ancient procedure.

come to the surface like moles

the plain - and suddenly the ground when it's late


refute them with the civil trial.

Sick oxygen
are slaves chained to the window of the landscape
horizon.


Unable to dig that deep in the slot where the thought

check and not censorship.




We turn to an entry


We turn to a heading or other

that resembles the sound of the wind as the notes of a violin

the cries of a gabbiana
the light of dawn.
We turn to a heading to be able to stop

examine the position
measure the nostalgia of that last

flat with the tempo of the heart.
We turn to an entry for

not feel alone make eye contact through the distracted


convincing the mind that this is the road. We turn to an entry


the same without hearing it (or a stranger us that stamp) that act as nature

hoping
behind the urging of God




TIENTELA TRUTH IN YOUR POCKET



Tientela in the pocket Your truth
- foreman. It's helpful for your dreams
contraband.

Like you I too will own a
quickly scribbled on a paper surplus
similarly
and my brother and all members of the circle of life
they possess one. What is the exact


that adapts according to the substance

long c'impegnerà
in sterile trenching
ended up crashing around me
the scaffolding of the possibility.




COREUTA OF THE ARGO



The scene is not the same. At one time we were crowd

community
Singers needed for the spaciousness granted.
And never missed the underscore

because everyone understood what the story tells
- it was treachery incest or burial.

See it now: a bunch of improvised equipped
narrators - seabed mechanized
microphones speakers - on the scenic stage
immeasurably

lost in the space of that perimeter. You see them in the air like trying

jokes from mouth to mouth like toads hopping
glass.

no longer participate in the representation.
No more prayer. Membership.
No more is heard our constant interlayer

quell'intermittenza dialogue
reassuring
quell'intromissione ...

short
of consciousness.




between bites CYCLE



is shrouded in silence
Response.
sitting at the head
cloistered with his secret. If only we knew


(currently not known how) and the other between bites

formulate the question.




CONVERSATION



is leaving the day to evening
- said the father. I feel the scent of mulberry trees and there is plenty here

and quiet to sleep
home.

not night - said the son -
and fasting is not weak my legs.
Behind the hill are clusters of gold
and we discover a desire
indomitable.




THE WITNESS




not judge my contribution

on account of my blindness. Intended


still have not seen what I believed
.




I found



I have found by digging in the ground

mystery.

Neither spiritual depth


bringing forth things I have achieved appropriate.

I have not found ...
as some try

opening boxes filled with sacredness. But no less true



my sorrow and doubt as religion

the Presence of perseverance.




AWAKENING



There is a continuum
un'arrivare
degrees for the solution. It is the applicant


cockcrow

open the window and

not recognize the landscape.

not remember the night.




THE ANIMAL



wandered among tufts of grass with the sun scorching

that was aimed at him. A

a pool stopped. The legs trembling

for body fat. A rustle


warned him at that moment. He stood listening


(
who could have known those who knew - so -
the occurrence? )

split between the insatiable drinking
el'incognito everywhere
removal.




NELL'ATTESA



Here are waiting in the moonlight

as I usually do: Time


in advance just enough so that I could lose


in those with short steps

pendulum motion of the angle marked

and to return it
- oblivious to me -

; expected.




as stone



As the stone ...

compact
immutable
true where mail


not unique to itself by creating
smooth melancholy
hate


useless promises that unearthed
is symptomatic of steps
humus
hum of fossil evidence such as stone



shall not want ...
prove my existence.




MEETING



not that we met on April 16
the thousand and nine hundred and ninety.
Right there - remember? - On the bench where they sat
ever.
We exchanged a few words to our lips

they could not pronounce. We were like flowers

waiting to be picked.
Two flowers in the desert of the crowd.


Never had our names as perfume.




res nullius



What then we all grieve
dense meat that suffering to the heart of guilt

but we know nothing. Marked


incipit is like a misplaced comma in verse
before creation.

The formula that absolves us there is no
- hyphenated. Missing

is any attempt to pronounce.

Irremediably
we listen.




side note



This and more we now know

not be true.

We believed for a long time


and many died without knowing. Until then


whole had not evolved the
inconoscenza.




the chair EMPTY




Around a table sat the man a hand
the case to his left to right
what is said Destiny.

Opposite
a chair empty
deviated from that margin unadorned. Resting



there is a cap in place of return.



He rummaged
IN THE SKY



Rummaging in the Sky
the sun dazzles

of quell'inganno
they do write.

let Al sleep
what remains

forget what you
Literature.




THIS IS NOT A POEM



This is not a poem
is the mystery that beats the score
the dawning of a voice
the ship sails on the horizon.
When the rain beats on the wall
, is the water that soothes the crack
skeleton abandoned by meat
the battle that moss.


This is not a poem is proof of the contrary
the circular shape of the projection
guilty last hope.
For your forgotten dreams
is what you're looking for - the reader.
You will have longer arms
, pulling them up from your portrait.




pennies



It's our destiny to the market price

pennies
of flesh and blood


or perhaps are not worth all
failure of the short term.

successful merchant is the time.
Buyer
in all his profits to the old shopkeeper there sells

with the promise immortality

and accompanied by her laugh when
move the hand to greet


grateful.




ON THRESHOLD



The key in his hands to tighten the door

and that last look in the shadows:

the glass left on the table the chair

ajar the door of the pantry open. Then the ritual

dell'incedere

the blinding sun in the footsteps scrape the wind

- where we come from where?




We continue TO SAY




We continue to say as if there was more to say.
As if it had been said
all about human affairs.

However I find this quite natural. Those who are equally

centuries to come

continue life as death to investigate.

What matters to them that others have written

pages filled with ink?
will not be required to know
going to exhume the graves of thought.

In fact - they will be at that moment the government
dell'adempienza.
Will their breath to scramble to a miserable

ruling or the ferocity feelings.


will count just that everything has already happened. Told

- equally.




exile



We're getting used to this place. For the oscillation
nothing surprises us
by light at night as the sea or the
malastagione nor the torment of the earth
to the yawn of her womb.

We're getting used to ourselves
our vigils in our sleep
chatter
to blame for the pain of the head as the lameness

nor the wall now more c'infastidisce
horizon that blocks the path
and this court
looks cluttered look beyond forbids.




the wise



Sorry - lords -
not believe
gleaming proclamations to the language syntactic

caught at the thought of someone who has never blasphemed.

Stop off the white robes
clawed hands to dig the hole
watery eyes from dust. Unnamed


your opinion arises from the stomach and mouth primordial
make sounds
articulating phonemes visceral:
trumpeting ... ... barking sharp chirps. Only then will I believe


bent of my illusions
what you will say to grant the world.




THE REQUEST



Taken by conscience
are looking for you everywhere
for this dense bush.

liquefattoti But how can I find them no

between the branch and leaf?

If I hid myself
would you come to look for God?



© John Abbate. All Rights Reserved.

Solid Black Tatoo Sleeve

noisy (Ed. Smasher - 2010)

noisy


In this great shouting in the merchandise
this enchantment with the words of the listener
hired as whores
no other measure that the silence ...
look in his eyes when nests

certain promises and testimonies are stripped of fantasy where the night is

night light that you see is light
and the language is silent as defeat closed in the cage

teeth and what happens
feel like a forgotten shadow.




BORDER


Which place are you pregnant? What
voice your prayer
you from passive consumers
crossing?

as an arrow pierced the sky

echoes those metals.

That night it rained tears


of stars with the lament of God




HEAR THE SONATA FOR VIOLIN AND PIANO George Enescu

(Daniela)

... How?
do not mean the language of the staff. ... A love
incapable?

This is your complaint?
If you love may be unable
you ask?

love has no eyes. He has expertise

or foundation.

is a crater that opens

suddenly be filled with sand grains. Your


care to count everyone
in the presence of wind.




SOUL IN CLOSED



In closed
soul is the source of
gestures where the waters flow
ancient procedure.

come to the surface like moles

the plain - and suddenly the ground when it's late


refute them with the civil trial.

Sick oxygen
are slaves chained to the window of the landscape
horizon.


Unable to dig that deep in the slot where the thought

check and not censorship.




We turn to an entry


We turn to a heading or other

that resembles the sound of the wind as the notes of a violin

the cries of a gabbiana
the light of dawn.
We turn to a heading to be able to stop

examine the position
measure the nostalgia of that last

flat with the tempo of the heart.
We turn to an entry for

not feel alone make eye contact through the distracted


convincing the mind that this is the road. We turn to an entry


the same without hearing it (or a stranger us that stamp) that act as nature

hoping
behind the urging of God




TIENTELA TRUTH IN YOUR POCKET



Tientela in the pocket Your truth
- foreman. It's helpful for your dreams
contraband.

Like you I too will own a
quickly scribbled on a paper surplus
similarly
and my brother and all members of the circle of life
they possess one. What is the exact


that adapts according to the substance

long c'impegnerà
in sterile trenching
ended up crashing around me
the scaffolding of the possibility.




COREUTA OF THE ARGO



The scene is not the same. At one time we were crowd

community
Singers needed for the spaciousness granted.
And never missed the underscore

because everyone understood what the story tells
- it was treachery incest or burial.

See it now: a bunch of improvised equipped
narrators - seabed mechanized
microphones speakers - on the scenic stage
immeasurably

lost in the space of that perimeter. You see them in the air like trying

jokes from mouth to mouth like toads hopping
glass.

no longer participate in the representation.
No more prayer. Membership.
No more is heard our constant interlayer

quell'intermittenza dialogue
reassuring
quell'intromissione ...

short
of consciousness.




between bites CYCLE



is shrouded in silence
Response.
sitting at the head
cloistered with his secret. If only we knew


(currently not known how) and the other between bites

formulate the question.




CONVERSATION



is leaving the day to evening
- said the father. I feel the scent of mulberry trees and there is plenty here

and quiet to sleep
home.

not night - said the son -
and fasting is not weak my legs.
Behind the hill are clusters of gold
and we discover a desire
indomitable.




THE WITNESS




not judge my contribution

on account of my blindness. Intended


still have not seen what I believed
.




I found



I have found by digging in the ground

mystery.

Neither spiritual depth


bringing forth things I have achieved appropriate.

I have not found ...
as some try

opening boxes filled with sacredness. But no less true



my sorrow and doubt as religion

the Presence of perseverance.




AWAKENING



There is a continuum
un'arrivare
degrees for the solution. It is the applicant


cockcrow

open the window and

not recognize the landscape.

not remember the night.




THE ANIMAL



wandered among tufts of grass with the sun scorching

that was aimed at him. A

a pool stopped. The legs trembling

for body fat. A rustle


warned him at that moment. He stood listening


(
who could have known those who knew - so -
the occurrence? )

split between the insatiable drinking
el'incognito everywhere
removal.




NELL'ATTESA



Here are waiting in the moonlight

as I usually do: Time


in advance just enough so that I could lose


in those with short steps

pendulum motion of the angle marked

and to return it
- oblivious to me -

; expected.




as stone



As the stone ...

compact
immutable
true where mail


not unique to itself by creating
smooth melancholy
hate


useless promises that unearthed
is symptomatic of steps
humus
hum of fossil evidence such as stone



shall not want ...
prove my existence.




MEETING



not that we met on April 16
the thousand and nine hundred and ninety.
Right there - remember? - On the bench where they sat
ever.
We exchanged a few words to our lips

they could not pronounce. We were like flowers

waiting to be picked.
Two flowers in the desert of the crowd.


Never had our names as perfume.




res nullius



What then we all grieve
dense meat that suffering to the heart of guilt

but we know nothing. Marked


incipit is like a misplaced comma in verse
before creation.

The formula that absolves us there is no
- hyphenated. Missing

is any attempt to pronounce.

Irremediably
we listen.




side note



This and more we now know

not be true.

We believed for a long time


and many died without knowing. Until then


whole had not evolved the
inconoscenza.




the chair EMPTY




Around a table sat the man a hand
the case to his left to right
what is said Destiny.

Opposite
a chair empty
deviated from that margin unadorned. Resting



there is a cap in place of return.



He rummaged
IN THE SKY



Rummaging in the Sky
the sun dazzles

of quell'inganno
they do write.

let Al sleep
what remains

forget what you
Literature.




THIS IS NOT A POEM



This is not a poem
is the mystery that beats the score
the dawning of a voice
the ship sails on the horizon.
When the rain beats on the wall
, is the water that soothes the crack
skeleton abandoned by meat
the battle that moss.


This is not a poem is proof of the contrary
the circular shape of the projection
guilty last hope.
For your forgotten dreams
is what you're looking for - the reader.
You will have longer arms
, pulling them up from your portrait.




pennies



It's our destiny to the market price

pennies
of flesh and blood


or perhaps are not worth all
failure of the short term.

successful merchant is the time.
Buyer
in all his profits to the old shopkeeper there sells

with the promise immortality

and accompanied by her laugh when
move the hand to greet


grateful.




ON THRESHOLD



The key in his hands to tighten the door

and that last look in the shadows:

the glass left on the table the chair

ajar the door of the pantry open. Then the ritual

dell'incedere

the blinding sun in the footsteps scrape the wind

- where we come from where?




We continue TO SAY




We continue to say as if there was more to say.
As if it had been said
all about human affairs.

However I find this quite natural. Those who are equally

centuries to come

continue life as death to investigate.

What matters to them that others have written

pages filled with ink?
will not be required to know
going to exhume the graves of thought.

In fact - they will be at that moment the government
dell'adempienza.
Will their breath to scramble to a miserable

ruling or the ferocity feelings.


will count just that everything has already happened. Told

- equally.




exile



We're getting used to this place. For the oscillation
nothing surprises us
by light at night as the sea or the
malastagione nor the torment of the earth
to the yawn of her womb.

We're getting used to ourselves
our vigils in our sleep
chatter
to blame for the pain of the head as the lameness

nor the wall now more c'infastidisce
horizon that blocks the path
and this court
looks cluttered look beyond forbids.




the wise



Sorry - lords -
not believe
gleaming proclamations to the language syntactic

caught at the thought of someone who has never blasphemed.

Stop off the white robes
clawed hands to dig the hole
watery eyes from dust. Unnamed


your opinion arises from the stomach and mouth primordial
make sounds
articulating phonemes visceral:
trumpeting ... ... barking sharp chirps. Only then will I believe


bent of my illusions
what you will say to grant the world.




THE REQUEST



Taken by conscience
are looking for you everywhere
for this dense bush.

liquefattoti But how can I find them no

between the branch and leaf?

If I hid myself
would you come to look for God?



© John Abbate. All Rights Reserved.

Socks Slipping In Shoes

SUCCESS NETWORK VENETA


Ilaria Marchiori (Photo from Internet)

I read with pleasure that Network Veneta, unlike all other local television stations , did not suffer any collapse of the ' audience with the introduction of digital terrestrial. And, indeed, is the only one to record a surplus, with a 20.79 percent more than the second place in the primetime band.

Bacialli Luigi A, which is intelligent and masterful direction I think it is certainly to be ascribed primarily so successful, so are my most sincere and heartfelt congratulations (ENZO PEDROCCHI)

Socks Slipping In Shoes

SUCCESS NETWORK VENETA


Ilaria Marchiori (Photo from Internet)

I read with pleasure that Network Veneta, unlike all other local television stations , did not suffer any collapse of the ' audience with the introduction of digital terrestrial. And, indeed, is the only one to record a surplus, with a 20.79 percent more than the second place in the primetime band.

Bacialli Luigi A, which is intelligent and masterful direction I think it is certainly to be ascribed primarily so successful, so are my most sincere and heartfelt congratulations (ENZO PEDROCCHI)

Male Brazilian Wax By Male Esthetician

because my children will not return to barracks

I am the mother of two children attending a kindergarten and a primary school in Pisa.

Last year my children were taken to the "day of solidarity" to the barracks Gamerra.

I tell how I came to the decision not to involve my children this year, not to make them go to the barracks.

I always try to choose what is best for my children in a conscious way, and then I decided to get an idea of \u200b\u200binformation on issues, reading the newspapers and the Internet, listening to the interviews.

E 'was important for me to hear the views of those who, having attended in 2010, lived experience directly. That is why I compared with the teachers of my children

The teacher's mother told me that last year the workshops were very interesting and the kids have a great time, and the environment She seemed pretty neutral, I said "you could not see anything."

The teacher of the primary, the question "What do you think? What will you do?" agreed that the activities are interesting but in fact the place is not of the fittest. He added that having been invited to jointly discuss how to participate.

I also asked my kids how this day was for them to understand what they have perceived.

The great and 'still angry because his class was a short time while her brother remained all day.

The child was gasatissimo said "yeah, Mom, you know what was there? There were also the inflatables.

And then there was the big attraction of the balloon.

So I wanted them to see if the atmosphere was truly neutral "as the teacher of the great mother and the child told me that he saw at the military with guns. I told her that it is normal that the entrance to a barracks there are soldiers with guns (but not so normal that there are at a party for peace ", I thought).

Then followed a discussion of weapons and a potential war between the Italians and French, where according to my little son "Italians are good because the French do not understand what they say because they do not speak Italian." But when I explained that a French company would have been a child like him who was talking with his father and his mother and that it would be nice if a gun had fired on the house of that child, then it has been d 'agreement that is better than Italian and French are friends.

Here! Bel minestrone have these children in the head!

will be better to avoid to confuse further the ideas.

And why for me the day of solidarity took place in the barracks can be confusing?

I think if the school takes the kids (maybe the biggest) in a military barracks or at the airport and visit them to see the realities as they are and how they present themselves in daily life (although they will be shown only the first "beauty") in fact it is a visit to a present reality in our region; then I think that is also right that they know exists, and you may see an opportunity to making concrete in the minds of children their lives (and perhaps increasing the recast in the light of other experiences and thoughts).

But the school bring the children to make educational workshops on issues of peace and solidarity, even very beautiful and interesting, in a place that is in fact a military school to train other hand, seems definitely wrong: you can not submit the barracks as a playground!

The barracks has other rules inside like the order, discipline, sounds and colors are something else entirely, is an austere place, very barren, it is a completely different environment.

carry out this initiative festive right there in it, within its walls, a means to disguise the reality that with peace, solidarity, love of life and the smiles of children, has nothing to do. Because, speaking clearly and without mincing words, the barracks is a place where people are trained to fight, to use weapons to kill and alas.

And then I wonder why our administration should be so proud of this initiative and has not been demonstrated so far more open and more open to listen to those who simply asks to revise the organizational arrangements in respect of the theme of the day.

I wonder if there is a pattern in all this, in wanting to establish this day as an event each year. A drawing or get used to educate from an early age, using his school, to live happily with a reality which in fact is expanding our territory and in which our government has shown to invest more of our children in school.

No, be patient but I'm not there!

Pisa, March 2011

Antonella Andreoni