Valle del Sasso, Laverda
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Seborrheic Dermatitis And Hair Loss
Red
A dog, perhaps a cat,
... an animal tortured and starved, 
cool night, deserted, lonely.
In her, a red tongue
-leather boots sharp-
distant, yet familiar,
wraps the night that surrounds.
sharp and attractive,
ready to redeem the years
immersed in the mirror of appearances,
time futile,
misunderstandings,
miserable love.
A dog, perhaps a cat,
to fill the long hours of silence, a silence
understood and understandable
misunderstanding of who now
has nothing more to be revealed,
nothing to share except
the ephemerality of the day.
Only externality
movements in drab and dull mattresses,
silent spectators of the limits of human-animal
not more evolved than others .-
Red
red lips to seduce
the animal would not want to seduce:
master male instinct that can not tame.
... an animal tortured and starved,
wanders lost in the frigid woods of snow.
postscript
Where has slipped into the evolution of this ancient species?
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Christian Wedding Program Wording
Las tres vidas de Manuel Lima Combi
VERY DEAR FRIEND AND REMEMBERED:
Despite the impact that I was staging, I preferred not to speak of the work in the following days. Although it has been impossible to avoid the comments of friends who attended the function. However, this is one of the reasons why I write now, I realize that I stop talking about something that, even being so important, I never wrote a single line before or after being made. Tion, I wrote a brief presentation that gave attendees that night, but the work itself had not written anything. Only had two or three key words that guided a little speech at each of the three moments. So now, taking advantage of your interest in learning more about this experience, I will plunge to write (I), in particular, the details of this monologue performance that I titled "The Three Lives of Manuel."
could not detail how far the idea. What I can say is that, rather than a work thoroughly studied and developed, has been a vital force, an act for me indispensable. Transformation. X-a decade that I consider crucial in my development. Three times in the life of a character (which joined on stage shouting loudly: "Everything is a lie!" Everything is a lie! "Everything is a lie!") To whom the search for truth that grasp, what has to embrace the social cause from all the trenches in which they feel safe to shoot. And it does so. Assuming the truth as dogma, is delivered with determination and regardless of risk, to the noble task of fighting and denouncing injustice, working in groups and associations in which he writes manifestos, participates in events, gear, shots, organizing activities with other equally effervescent comrades him. Immersed in that look, take all the stories that come about places, people and events, such as fuel increasing momentum of struggle. Then, on the scene, the character remembers the time, emphasizing the faith that is embraced these ideas, defending them in any space that could, kept shouting, citing texts, authors, organizations, events that blood stained the hope this whole continent, pointing to murderers in uniform wearing ties, naming with emotion and respect to men and women who in some cases lost their freedom, and other life, dreaming of a world fit for everyone.
But after that the character cites other voices. Those voices that over the years found that they been gagged by the same idea he espoused. It is trapped by new authors and stories that tell of the suffering of others. Of writers in exile, homosexuals, those who had to kill because the sensitivity of their spirits were prevented accept such disappointment. Learned of the cult of personality, the cruel limitations on free thought. The Glare. Truth as a large curtain that prevents access to other truths. Other voices. So, this first stage ends with the character saying: "Only now that I know everything is a lie, I can tell my truth, my truth is the only lie that makes me feel good." Then takes the guitar and plays the song " Murderer of Illusion "whose lyrics in some passages:" Under the guise of life, on the pretext of peace, under the guise of love, on the pretext of fighting, which lies just type in your voice .... " It is the renunciation of truth only. I forgot to tell you that when you start, and then scream it all a lie, the character reads a text by Vincent Van Gogh which reads as follows: NO CONOZOCO BETTER DEFINITION OF THE WORD THAT IS ART: "Art is man added to the nature ", nature, reality, truth, but with a meaning, a conception, a character that brings out the artist, and which gives expression," redeeming "which unravels, free, light. " This phrase is read before starting the event. These are actions that are repeated in the other two moments of the play. Each of the three stages in the life of the character, starting with a text and end with a song. At the end of the speech of this early stage, the character recognizes that although all are in it the values \u200b\u200bof fraternity and solidarity.
Clothing: sweatshirt pants (the same that I use to sleep), a shirt either, I remember it was a wide blue, and upon it a woolen vest, those who call pullover. Throughout the book the character is barefoot.
After the first time at the end of the song mentioned above, the actor walks to the side of the stage and stops at a number of objects placed on a blanket. Then take the first: A razor and starts shaving the hair and beard in disorder. Before that (and sorry to start here to speak in first person), I took a small mirror that was also among the other objects and watched the reflection of my eyes, in that moment I had the sensation of seeing someone who I said goodbye forever. Once shaved in disarray I took off my pullover and pants, and so in his underwear, covered only with the shirt, starting the second stage of the work: The monologue of crazy.
character now talks about his choice by voluntary delusions as the only form of protection against the constant attack suffered by a world that tries to tame it everywhere. He recounts his beginnings: "I remember I used to wake up early in the morning to run to the park, hug trees and say: Good morning. Then I had about me inquisitive eyes of several people gathered around me, pointed and called me: Crazy. " Thus, the character has managed to escape how increasingly those looks and accusations, to enter into his world of delusions and dialogue with the surrounding objects. With what he feels. Love, stars, landscapes. The fool always used language visual, poetic and extremely imaginative and sometimes even incoherent. His movements on stage are much freer than in the previous time. Jump, dance, strip the floor, crawls. As above, this time with the crazy starts reading a quote, this time by Julio Cortazar: "(I do not remember," the quotation is in brackets, how could I remember that dialogue. But so, I write listening to, or invention as copying, or copied it invent. Wondering if it will pass this literature). " After accepting that during this stage of the crazy madness voluntary understood, lived and felt for the first time the meaning of the word Freedom, I take the guitar (it cost me tell you this in first person even knowing it is the most honest way of telling! Yet this is not a problem of lack of honesty as much as excessive humility) and singing a song called "Strange being ", whose lyrics say inter alia that:" How many days must pass, how many hours we have to wait, I'm strange being so lonely, lovely be ... "After the song back to approach the objects set forth on the blanket. Begins the last moment, the last operation: The nude.
First I take off my glasses for the first time in all the work. That fact, still in its triviality, has a meaning for me revealing. The nude is complete, remove my glasses meant abandoning even the important value that has the intellect in my life. Again I take the razor to shave my then finished off his clothes leaving me completely naked in public. Thus, naked and facing the audience from the front (so to speak because at that moment on I just felt the powerful white light that illuminated the stage) I read the following quote that belongs to the writer Jaime Saenz: "At the bottom of our lives lack love, and that great love that we lack, is a major flaw that must be remedied by the deep return to purity. This, as you know, not words. Now there ferocity, disbelief and fear. We will have to return to purity, and it means living fully. Do not be afraid or rest, and if necessary with tears need to live fully and with cries of rage, in the heart of the storm ... "The speech in the third and final time is based on the relationship of body nature and the beauty of both stems. I find my skin to my (E unconsciously also to the public) and say (that I'm sorry) that my body is the most beautiful artwork I've ever met. I talk about communion with nature, the elements that make up the planet and how they blend with my vital organs, the cosmos, whole universe lives in me and I in him, so sorry, say so. This discovery and nudity at that time represented a birth. Thus, naked, while sitting on the stage, stretched his arm and bring to me a vessel containing sheep blood, I start untarme throughout the body while about the birth of a new dawn: "It's like seeing everything at a time first "I say (or think I said, I do not remember exactly), while spill blood on my skin. At some point I think I have thrown blood to the public.
Once the ceremony, naked, covered in blood, hair and shaving medium without glasses, I take the guitar and start playing the song "The Bear", which in its final part: "Now I the ground floor of my forest green again freedom, I am old, but the afternoons are mine, I return to the forest, I'm really happy ...." I'm repeating the refrain, almost shouting, singing, and then there are three people on stage (three friends) to come slowly to me, takes me a guitar and the other begins to beat. I keep shouting phrases like "I'm really happy" "I'm alive" "I am my only truth." There is a struggle between them and me, until at last between three and cut me up like a doll, pulling me on stage while I'm still screaming ever more strongly the above phrases. I ended up crying, naked outside the room, in a kind of trance that had already begun that afternoon when I left home. I could not return to the scene, brought my clothes, got dressed, I told one of the three friends who wanted to go home and I did. He undertook to terminate the function with "Then I was told" the looks of astonishment of those present.
That was the end of this work, I'm sure I can never again represented by the intensity of the event.
Dear friend. It is true that there are different versions and views as people who were present that night, but I can not say anything. In fact, the impressions I've heard have left me stunned. Understand that the state I was, I could not perceive what happened on stage, I have some vague ideas but concrete is very little that could tell you about it. What I can say with certainty is that I had a feeling of release during the days after this staging. Feeling that remains today. This has meant an irreversible change in my life. To what I hope this change brings time responses. The truth is that I have new and better mood to devote to the things that really interest me.
This, dear friend, I first review what happened the night of November 13 this year. The event was attended by about 40 people. The room was small, which contributed greatly to exist an almost fellowship among attendees. (It told me a few days after one that was there.)
big hug my friend and thank you for allowing me to share the writing of this work, which is nothing but a representation of the steps that allowed me to build this way I have now to see the world.
With love and friendship forever. 
Crudos detalles de una actuación ( monologue )
in this letter sent by a friend.
VERY DEAR FRIEND AND REMEMBERED:
Despite the impact that I was staging, I preferred not to speak of the work in the following days. Although it has been impossible to avoid the comments of friends who attended the function. However, this is one of the reasons why I write now, I realize that I stop talking about something that, even being so important, I never wrote a single line before or after being made. Tion, I wrote a brief presentation that gave attendees that night, but the work itself had not written anything. Only had two or three key words that guided a little speech at each of the three moments. So now, taking advantage of your interest in learning more about this experience, I will plunge to write (I), in particular, the details of this monologue performance that I titled "The Three Lives of Manuel."
could not detail how far the idea. What I can say is that, rather than a work thoroughly studied and developed, has been a vital force, an act for me indispensable. Transformation. X-a decade that I consider crucial in my development. Three times in the life of a character (which joined on stage shouting loudly: "Everything is a lie!" Everything is a lie! "Everything is a lie!") To whom the search for truth that grasp, what has to embrace the social cause from all the trenches in which they feel safe to shoot. And it does so. Assuming the truth as dogma, is delivered with determination and regardless of risk, to the noble task of fighting and denouncing injustice, working in groups and associations in which he writes manifestos, participates in events, gear, shots, organizing activities with other equally effervescent comrades him. Immersed in that look, take all the stories that come about places, people and events, such as fuel increasing momentum of struggle. Then, on the scene, the character remembers the time, emphasizing the faith that is embraced these ideas, defending them in any space that could, kept shouting, citing texts, authors, organizations, events that blood stained the hope this whole continent, pointing to murderers in uniform wearing ties, naming with emotion and respect to men and women who in some cases lost their freedom, and other life, dreaming of a world fit for everyone.
But after that the character cites other voices. Those voices that over the years found that they been gagged by the same idea he espoused. It is trapped by new authors and stories that tell of the suffering of others. Of writers in exile, homosexuals, those who had to kill because the sensitivity of their spirits were prevented accept such disappointment. Learned of the cult of personality, the cruel limitations on free thought. The Glare. Truth as a large curtain that prevents access to other truths. Other voices. So, this first stage ends with the character saying: "Only now that I know everything is a lie, I can tell my truth, my truth is the only lie that makes me feel good." Then takes the guitar and plays the song " Murderer of Illusion "whose lyrics in some passages:" Under the guise of life, on the pretext of peace, under the guise of love, on the pretext of fighting, which lies just type in your voice .... " It is the renunciation of truth only. I forgot to tell you that when you start, and then scream it all a lie, the character reads a text by Vincent Van Gogh which reads as follows: NO CONOZOCO BETTER DEFINITION OF THE WORD THAT IS ART: "Art is man added to the nature ", nature, reality, truth, but with a meaning, a conception, a character that brings out the artist, and which gives expression," redeeming "which unravels, free, light. " This phrase is read before starting the event. These are actions that are repeated in the other two moments of the play. Each of the three stages in the life of the character, starting with a text and end with a song. At the end of the speech of this early stage, the character recognizes that although all are in it the values \u200b\u200bof fraternity and solidarity.
Clothing: sweatshirt pants (the same that I use to sleep), a shirt either, I remember it was a wide blue, and upon it a woolen vest, those who call pullover. Throughout the book the character is barefoot.
After the first time at the end of the song mentioned above, the actor walks to the side of the stage and stops at a number of objects placed on a blanket. Then take the first: A razor and starts shaving the hair and beard in disorder. Before that (and sorry to start here to speak in first person), I took a small mirror that was also among the other objects and watched the reflection of my eyes, in that moment I had the sensation of seeing someone who I said goodbye forever. Once shaved in disarray I took off my pullover and pants, and so in his underwear, covered only with the shirt, starting the second stage of the work: The monologue of crazy.
character now talks about his choice by voluntary delusions as the only form of protection against the constant attack suffered by a world that tries to tame it everywhere. He recounts his beginnings: "I remember I used to wake up early in the morning to run to the park, hug trees and say: Good morning. Then I had about me inquisitive eyes of several people gathered around me, pointed and called me: Crazy. " Thus, the character has managed to escape how increasingly those looks and accusations, to enter into his world of delusions and dialogue with the surrounding objects. With what he feels. Love, stars, landscapes. The fool always used language visual, poetic and extremely imaginative and sometimes even incoherent. His movements on stage are much freer than in the previous time. Jump, dance, strip the floor, crawls. As above, this time with the crazy starts reading a quote, this time by Julio Cortazar: "(I do not remember," the quotation is in brackets, how could I remember that dialogue. But so, I write listening to, or invention as copying, or copied it invent. Wondering if it will pass this literature). " After accepting that during this stage of the crazy madness voluntary understood, lived and felt for the first time the meaning of the word Freedom, I take the guitar (it cost me tell you this in first person even knowing it is the most honest way of telling! Yet this is not a problem of lack of honesty as much as excessive humility) and singing a song called "Strange being ", whose lyrics say inter alia that:" How many days must pass, how many hours we have to wait, I'm strange being so lonely, lovely be ... "After the song back to approach the objects set forth on the blanket. Begins the last moment, the last operation: The nude.
First I take off my glasses for the first time in all the work. That fact, still in its triviality, has a meaning for me revealing. The nude is complete, remove my glasses meant abandoning even the important value that has the intellect in my life. Again I take the razor to shave my then finished off his clothes leaving me completely naked in public. Thus, naked and facing the audience from the front (so to speak because at that moment on I just felt the powerful white light that illuminated the stage) I read the following quote that belongs to the writer Jaime Saenz: "At the bottom of our lives lack love, and that great love that we lack, is a major flaw that must be remedied by the deep return to purity. This, as you know, not words. Now there ferocity, disbelief and fear. We will have to return to purity, and it means living fully. Do not be afraid or rest, and if necessary with tears need to live fully and with cries of rage, in the heart of the storm ... "The speech in the third and final time is based on the relationship of body nature and the beauty of both stems. I find my skin to my (E unconsciously also to the public) and say (that I'm sorry) that my body is the most beautiful artwork I've ever met. I talk about communion with nature, the elements that make up the planet and how they blend with my vital organs, the cosmos, whole universe lives in me and I in him, so sorry, say so. This discovery and nudity at that time represented a birth. Thus, naked, while sitting on the stage, stretched his arm and bring to me a vessel containing sheep blood, I start untarme throughout the body while about the birth of a new dawn: "It's like seeing everything at a time first "I say (or think I said, I do not remember exactly), while spill blood on my skin. At some point I think I have thrown blood to the public.
Once the ceremony, naked, covered in blood, hair and shaving medium without glasses, I take the guitar and start playing the song "The Bear", which in its final part: "Now I the ground floor of my forest green again freedom, I am old, but the afternoons are mine, I return to the forest, I'm really happy ...." I'm repeating the refrain, almost shouting, singing, and then there are three people on stage (three friends) to come slowly to me, takes me a guitar and the other begins to beat. I keep shouting phrases like "I'm really happy" "I'm alive" "I am my only truth." There is a struggle between them and me, until at last between three and cut me up like a doll, pulling me on stage while I'm still screaming ever more strongly the above phrases. I ended up crying, naked outside the room, in a kind of trance that had already begun that afternoon when I left home. I could not return to the scene, brought my clothes, got dressed, I told one of the three friends who wanted to go home and I did. He undertook to terminate the function with "Then I was told" the looks of astonishment of those present.
That was the end of this work, I'm sure I can never again represented by the intensity of the event.
Dear friend. It is true that there are different versions and views as people who were present that night, but I can not say anything. In fact, the impressions I've heard have left me stunned. Understand that the state I was, I could not perceive what happened on stage, I have some vague ideas but concrete is very little that could tell you about it. What I can say with certainty is that I had a feeling of release during the days after this staging. Feeling that remains today. This has meant an irreversible change in my life. To what I hope this change brings time responses. The truth is that I have new and better mood to devote to the things that really interest me.
This, dear friend, I first review what happened the night of November 13 this year. The event was attended by about 40 people. The room was small, which contributed greatly to exist an almost fellowship among attendees. (It told me a few days after one that was there.)
big hug my friend and thank you for allowing me to share the writing of this work, which is nothing but a representation of the steps that allowed me to build this way I have now to see the world.
With love and friendship forever.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Phrase To Invite Guests
The Ride
Questo video (scaricato da YouTube) ci catapult in Lima, on board a Combi, the means of urban transport used by people living in the Peruvian capital.
Questo video (scaricato da YouTube) ci catapult in Lima, on board a Combi, the means of urban transport used by people living in the Peruvian capital.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Bay Area Adult Basketball Camp
Graziano Muttin
Born on 10 -11-1956, lives in Laverda Lusiana (VI)
Classical Studies High School Diploma awarded
pioneer of European Culture
has edited: Fish Ponds (1996), The Devil on the Hill (2001)
pioneer of European Culture
has edited: Fish Ponds (1996), The Devil on the Hill (2001)
Another Spring (from Fish Ponds)
Ride the earth flourished
life when he returns at dawn and short breaths
unite a subdued noise.
life when he returns at dawn and short breaths
unite a subdued noise.
Ends with brighter light
the warmth of spring and the tombs of the dead in battle
shadow suddenly wakes up.
Red dawn rises
and more sweet is that late in the evening
oxen return
dispelling winter nights.
remains in the air a taste of things left to
pain and flights of birds free
fans forget heavy fardelli.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Shady Grove Fertility Center
República de ... Alejandro Jodorowsky
are fined the following rates as of this date, all love, girlfriends, errant wives, partners, lovers who are caught in places prohibited: 
are fined the following rates as of this date, all love, girlfriends, errant wives, partners, lovers who are caught in places prohibited:
hand on his thigh $ 500
Hand in that $ 1,000
That in hand $ 1,500
That in that $ 2,000
those mountains in that $ 2,500
those inside of that $ 3,000
That out of that $ 3,500
Note: Those who were caught with that in the mouth or mouth in what they pay according to the size of what a fine of $ 5,000 minimum.
that Description:
is sweet but not
sucks but not bat passes
hanging accordion but not stretch and shrink
soldier but not attacked in front and behind
is attractive but not beautiful palm
but not has
coconuts but not spitting
guanaco is not intrusive yet gets
not belong to any club but a member called
Note: If you have that, once, prove it with a smile.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
See Pilladas En La Calle Free
"UTOPIA" - acrylic, pencil, oils and oil on canvas (100x70) - 2010 Art
The work, entitled "Utopia", undertaken in 2010 mixed media (acrylic, oil and grease pencils) on multilayer (100 x 70), shows an apparent "normal" Italian city view from above, with a cloud over it projects its own shadow.
The city consists of large buildings that incorporate them in artificial lakes at the center of one of them is an island, as if to recreate a natural microworld, perhaps lost or retained. Those that appear as "roads" in fact lead us to believe that they also have another function: it appears as channels to collect waste strewn with the flow of rainwater or "movement" and that, through underground pipelines, report water in reservoirs and vice versa. It is for this action to produce the energy required to maintain the same of the 'body-city "as a kind of machine self-sufficient.
The buildings are buildings that seem familiar to us and remind us of nineteenth-century development in our present the city almost a kind of historical continuity with the utopian reality, in a probabilistic and reassuring vision of the future. 
The work, entitled "Utopia", undertaken in 2010 mixed media (acrylic, oil and grease pencils) on multilayer (100 x 70), shows an apparent "normal" Italian city view from above, with a cloud over it projects its own shadow.
The city consists of large buildings that incorporate them in artificial lakes at the center of one of them is an island, as if to recreate a natural microworld, perhaps lost or retained. Those that appear as "roads" in fact lead us to believe that they also have another function: it appears as channels to collect waste strewn with the flow of rainwater or "movement" and that, through underground pipelines, report water in reservoirs and vice versa. It is for this action to produce the energy required to maintain the same of the 'body-city "as a kind of machine self-sufficient.
The buildings are buildings that seem familiar to us and remind us of nineteenth-century development in our present the city almost a kind of historical continuity with the utopian reality, in a probabilistic and reassuring vision of the future.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
180 Grams Carbs Per Day
" BOXES OF NOTHING "oil on canvas (70x100) - 2010
The painting shows off key play in the seemingly casual disposal of empty boxes which extend in a plane, how does a landscape full of nothing, lying in the sun.
A "no" that arises not as the absence / vacuum but as a welcoming, willing to take - with physical space in which we move, a mental space that becomes abstract, conceptual.
A "container" in which the dreams, desires, hopes, they will dwell with the yearning for a better world, more in harmony with our being human.
The painting shows off key play in the seemingly casual disposal of empty boxes which extend in a plane, how does a landscape full of nothing, lying in the sun.
A "no" that arises not as the absence / vacuum but as a welcoming, willing to take - with physical space in which we move, a mental space that becomes abstract, conceptual.
A "container" in which the dreams, desires, hopes, they will dwell with the yearning for a better world, more in harmony with our being human.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
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