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few days ago, as everybody knows those who know us, we had an evening of dance to remember our precious Alex and raise funds for the Foundation for the fight against neuroblastoma. Funds raised will be earmarked for specific attvità Foundation, which is responsible to support research to fight this terrible disease, one cause of death in preschool. For those who want to know more, this is the site .

The event was organized by the School of Dancing Spring of Ellera Corciano on the outskirts of Perugia, and was held at the Ark of the recreation center.
The evening was attended by Dr. Alberto Garaventa, a renowned pediatric oncologist who works at the Istituto Giannina Gaslini of Genoa.
the evening for us is really Comicomix special, because it affects us so much to all points of view. In fact, our Jolly (Alice) and Nin @ (Anna) are students of this school and attended the evening and also as dancers. The photos were taken by Rosi (Eros), this time dealing with another visual art ...
What can I say? First there was really a lot of people who came to see the show, which showed all his enthusiasm for the same, with applause, shouts, encouragement, etc. ... see, blinded by the headlights, many people in the room smiling and clapping is always a great emotion, and when the case is that of this evening, the heart beats much stronger.
Then, it was an exciting evening, including the words, simple but strong, the presenter, the brilliant Nicola, and Dr. Garaventa sent to all of us, those who were in the room and those who were on stage.
The strongest emotion, of course, have the dancers on the school dance. Watching them twirl, smile, beautiful choreography, making capture of those of us who were in the room commitment, passion and joy of life that animates them, was something that really can not be transmitted to those who were not there .
Comicomix For us, there was more emotion ... you know that many of those who read us, even if not physically present, were there with us, with the thought, and we proved it by sending mail , comments, etc. .. it was great, because even if we could not physically see them we knew they were there with us to cheer and support us ...
still a bit 'surprised by this emotion, we want to share with you all, very close friends, neighbors, and far far away lived a beautiful evening, which touched a particular moment when Daniel and Michele Pellegrini, two friends, two former school students that their ability and commitment he brought to London at the Central School of Ballet , we've got, at the end, a fascinating, which has gone from classical to brekdance, hip hop, to modern, from the register comic to the melancholy, in short, a "gem" prepared by them in honor of Alexander, using many of the songs that he loved to listen.

The beat strong for all of my heart!

We want, in conclusion, thank some 'people:
Francesca and Maria Luisa Spring, teachers and school owners, for the passion and commitment that they give us every day, organizing shows, and being, as well as teachers of Dance, even of life.
All the boys and girls who danced for the affection you have shown us as people and their skills as dancers.
All those many who have come to express their affection and even sympathy for what happened to us ...
All those who were not there but they were there with us the same, and we have felt physically with us believe.
Physicians nurses, auxiliaries Gaslini Institute of Genoa, the Italians are very proud of where we go.

Abbamo collected a lot 'of pennies ... if anyone is interested in knowing how much, can be read here .

.. But money is important, but not all, even in this field.

not feel alone in this struggle is the best gift that all of you, friends, neighbors and / or "far" we do ...

Thank you with all our heart
Alice, Anna, Kylie, Christian, Mr. X.
A hug from mom and dad Charles
Greetings Cynthia Alexander, wherever it is .... with love.

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When it's cold it's better than a blanket?

So ... Meanwhile, I apologize to you who follow us because it is a life that I do not write on the blog, but between the university and other cabbages I really had a lot to do ...
But now I want to tell you to do one thing: go to Google or any other engine and type Blankets. What comes out? I'll tell you. BLANKETS. Blankets of all kinds, but especially those beautiful works of art made of many different fabrics sewn together by hand. Blankets is the title of one of the most beautiful comics I've ever read. And the deck question is the best non-hero of all time. The blankets are the gift that Raina ago in Craig, sewing together pieces of his old blankets, pieces of his life. As you may have guessed, Blankets is a love story. But it is not p roprio only this is the story of first love, two boys aged 17, a bit 'strange, him with a passion for comics, for her poems, two "outcasts" who meet and fall in love ... Not a thrust stage, not a superfluous scene or even a mawkish scene. In this beautiful comic Craig Thompson is only the poetry of the first mo love that makes you stand in the snow regardless of the cold, that makes you do a painting on the wall of your room, that makes you talk and talk and talk until two in the morning ... The first to that more creepy ... It 'a very real cartoon, where the main story adding a lot of childhood flashbacks of this young author with its thin design and a bit' disturbing , full of tangled lines, strange as it may be to an ima of a teenager, takes us into the world of poetry and light-heartedness of 17 years ...
So, in conclusion, I give you a tip: If you're in love, if you were, if you remember well your first love, if I do not remember at all, but especially if you think that only when you are older and mature you can experience real emotions and that only the experience of adult deserves to be told, read this comic. You may find that the magic is ageless.
"Our diaries
not say anything to people who do not live our moments
who does not cry for our bitterness
but who will try to look at the bottom of each page will
wrote: teenager," Good day


JollyViola

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The Greatest

There is a principle of magic
Among Greatest
What is Between attacks
happy evening that does not die
And one night unwrapped
Like a pack of Christmas

There is a principle of irony
In keeping
I cuddled most secret thoughts and find
already revealed
And I was talking I
I am that I have provided

many things that do not know me
many things you can not know
How many things to take the journey together

There is a principle of happiness
Among the obstacles of the heart What I
I deserve
Even as I watch the sea As I leave
wreck
A ridiculous thought

many things that do not know me
many things you can not know how many things to take

trip together in many things you can not tell me how many things you deserve

many things to be thrown together in the journey


There is a principle of energy that pushes me to swing my
Between saying and doing my
E make noise make noise heard
walk
Among Greatest

many things you do not know me
many things you can not know
How many things to take the journey together
many things you can not tell me many things not

want to know how many things to throw on the journey together

Ligabue This song, sung by the same Elisa and Ligabue, is depopulated at this time in the Italian radio. It 's a beautiful song. Not everything he wrote and sang Liga we like, but this song is really special. We have the read. Slowly. 'S one of those songs that remain in memory, beyond the music. in a world where there's so much love and shouted plastic, there is need to bring this wonderful feeling to its essence, the roots of the hearts of women and men. Sometimes it succeeds, with a thought, a drawing, a gesture. O with a song. Barva Elisa and Ligabue. Thanks. Good
everything! Nin @
and Mister X
Ps if you want to know more about this song, go to this link

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Roberto Vecchioni, the storyteller's Travels

Flack, Flack but .... as you've got the lot, Flack .. But do not tell you anything? Comedians
so, one of the most beautiful songs of Roberto Vecchioni. A great, great storyteller, as he calls himself. For me, the faithful companion of my whole life, from childhood with Barbapapa, up to date with his latest album of songs, story-telling indeed. Speaking of
Vecchioni is not easy. Much has been written and said about him. It could be said of his songs, his huge discography , ranging from children's songs (Berbapapà) Festivalbar (which I won by a woman) in Sanremo (where he wrote songs for Anna Oxa), Club Tenco. Quote the most beautiful? It would, at least for me, an entire encyclopedia: From Light to San Siro, Strangelove, Samarkand, in the love letters, songs and Stork, Milady, El bandolero tired, Velasquez, for an older child, Song for Laura, etc. .., as far as repertoire ranging from the latest songs. Really impossible. To me, by far, the best song I think the sky upside down (which is also a site and a beautiful blog) . That, like many of her songs, about love. But Robert does so in a way that is never trivial, it becomes universal, to get a deep sense of our young men and women to be helpless in this world, dealing with the experiences of our lives, including sadness, irony, anger, commitment. Roberto
digs with the word in and of itself simultaneously to each of us, and navigating between pieces of daily life that become fairy tale or a dream, brings us to the reflection that has never inaction, telling us something that we have at hand but we can not, except when we immerse ourselves in his music, to touch.
I love it for four decades. Today I wrote him. Good
everything!

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Comicomix

Travels Comicomix. It's a little 'laugh, as the title. We started our journey on the web a few months, yet we have already made quite a journey. And, unexpectedly, we found ourselves in a lot more than we expected. For us it is important to anticipate pieces (long if possible) to street with the others, because there seems to have been really lost the sense of community, and we think this is one of the worst evils that afflict the daily reality, Italian and world. It 's so it began, almost as a joke, this journey ... the journey is something that can really make you change. As a (small) ship that faces the sea, with a goal but ready to change direction - not in the wind, but according to what you think right, "meeting and maybe sometimes placid po'noiosi trails, or storm terrible destroy you in (to us, as you know, it happened ...), times, bad times and good times ... But along with the other, sometimes clashing and sometimes not, we have always been "better". And standing still, locked in their homes, even welcoming, you can change the menu at most of Sunday. Or, better, now you can stay at home and yet also open to the world, thanks to this instrument will have its flaws but it is beautiful, the web.
close with Giorgio Gaber, unforgettable teacher, " There's just the way you can count on, the road is the only salvation .. there is only the desire and need to get out, to expose themselves in streets and squares ... Because the trial Universal does not pass through the houses, the houses where we hide ... We must return to the road, the road to know who we are ... "

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someone calls us up there

" Today's electronic world suggests that there may be sequences of messages that move from one physical media to another without losing their unique characteristics and appear to survive even algorithm as a pure immaterial at the moment when, abandoning support, have not yet been printed in another ... and who knows that death, rather than implosion, and explosion, and mold, somewhere between the vortices of the universe software (which others call soul) that we have developed living, also made up of memories and personal guilt and therefore irremediable suffering or a sense of peace and love. "This step, Umberto Eco, is based on the book who does not believe in what he believes , dialogue between the same Umberto Eco and Carlo Maria Martini. You can find it in a beautiful story of Dylan Dog , someone calls us up there , set in Wales and speaks of alleged extraterrestrial presence but, as you might guess, much more. The thesis of this cartoon is that there is a kind of secular afterlife - where, incidentally, also believed that Einstein said that energy does not die .. but turns - in short, a soul made of pulses radio. He talks about extraterrestrials, deities, love, brotherhood, but there are people who continue to be there. Well, we returned to the theme in mind, as well as for personal reasons you can imagine, because the pace of Eco also made us think about the importance of the track that each of us can leave if he wants, and now in old ways in new ways. For example, with the web, and then with one of his finest instruments, the blog. We will not say anything original, perhaps, but it seems that there are many intangible impulses from the confused and incessant exchange of information, news, thoughts that the blogosphere is constantly evolving offers every day. And that, that would seem to flow in Kaos, there is instead soul alert and alive, parallel, partly overlapping and partly not, that we cross every day, in our wandering lost on this dot in the universe. And that may leave a faint trail that winds between the confusion and we feel lost.

PS: We dedicate this post to Alexander, a great person and I hope it plays in some way. And Immanuel Kant forgive us if he can. Nin @

and Mister X, the authors of Scribble of Comicomix

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Maus

Western civilization ended in Auschwitz. And we are not there yet realized. Including myself, that I'm here sitting, to write and draw my daughter sleep upstairs, as if there was a world after Auschwitz (Art Spiegelman).
This sentence is the explanation of Maus, a comic novel that won the Pulitzer Prize in 1992, a work of rare and valuable, to understand the sense, the subtitle of the first part is: My father bleeds history. Maus is an autobiographical story, a fundamental work for those who love comics, but also for those who want to know the history and the Holocaust, told by his father Vladek author Spegelman Art. Spiegelman intersects the two planes of the story: the memory of the Holocaust, by Trant years after the Second World War, as told by an eyewitness to his son, comic book, and the unresolved relationship between the two, father and son. The two lives that compares the story (that of Vladek, an old Polish jew tired and resentful, indelibly marked by a holocaust in which she lost everything, including her adored son Richieu and that of Art, was born after the war and struggling with a father obsessed and difficult, full of quirks that only in narrative calms down) mark an unbridgeable generational boundary, the distance between two generations in the difficult (impossible?) building a relationship.
As to the masterpieces, nothing is obvious in mice. The characters, played by anthropomorphic animals in which Jews are mice, Germans are cats, Poles pigs, dogs, the Americans and the French frogs (an echo of "If This Is a Man" by Primo Levi?), the graphics choice, with characters from the essential features - at times, almost expressionless - because there is no need to dramatize the story, just the narration of facts, complex landscapes, full of lines, boundaries, barriers, making everything dark and sordid. Some make explicit reference to the German, others (myself among them) there are references to other famous comics, Krazy Kat by George Herriman and Robert Crumb's Fritz the Cat.
Maus contains memorable passages: one in which Jews (mice) make the mask from the Polish (pigs) to escape the raids, the closure of the first chapter, in which art moves away from the house crying, whispering to his father "Murderess" because he destroyed the diaries of his mother Anja, who committed suicide, and the end, touching the Ulimate sticker is a double tombstone to rest next to a ' other parents of the author, who signs on the side, like an epitaph, and the date of the BEGINNING of the end of his work. And again, the extraordinary passages of time between past and present, who deliberately Spiegelman does not show (no, we understand, very well, and then only from the past and future are looking to join). "Maus is a wonderful story, and does not let you take more," wrote Umberto Eco. How to blame him?
"The comic is a popular language which incorporates other, a vital and expressive language that speaks with her hands. A language that is exposed and even interpreted as a Talmudic text " (Art Spiegelman).

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Comicomix Genoa

We were in Genoa. We went there for an event that took place within the Science Festival . The event covered the Neuroblastoma, in front of which we are engaged, as everybody knows those who know us, alongside the Association and the Foundation for the Fight against Neuroblastoma . It 'was interesting and instructive. But this is what we speak. We speak of Genoa. Much has been said by people much more Brave of us to describe things, this wonderful city. We on our behalf, we found our Genova, Zena, not a hundred thousand ... Its sumptuous buildings of extraordinary beauty, Via Garibaldi UNESCO, its carrugi full of sounds, colors, smells and different humanity, Piazza De Ferrari always postcard Garibaldi promenade in elegant Nervi, Boccadasse, the Lantern, the people are silent, gruff and hearty. Genoa is a friend
introvert, who does not tell you anything but that does not betray you never know ... sinuous as the sea that bathes the street corners as elusive pieces of the puzzle that you can not finish. ..
There are many words to describe it, but would not suffice a thousand pages. Should be lived, lost among his people quiet, between the smells of basil, sea and incense stalls, eating one of the buns you can find on Sottoripa or Via Banchi, stopping to watch from the bench his placid sea, restless at the same time. A very special city, you always leave a trail of sadness in my heart when one of his deadly junctions resume hanging in the air, and you see - just for a moment, elusive as ever - and yours, with in the heart of vogliia Come back soon.

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Ask who the Beatles

Ask who the Beatles
of Norisso - Curreri ( The Stadium )

If you want to touch on the weather front passing

flying in March of dust and fire
and as the grandfather of today was
the boy yesterday, if you want to hear

not just for fun
up a thousand thoughts
ask who were the Beatles

If you want to feel on my arm
the day running away and as a

hemp rope was pulled,
or fog is nailed to the hand
between days getting shorter
if you want to touch his finger
the heart of the latest snow
ask who were the Beatles

Ask a girl of fifteen years of age
ask who were the Beatles
and she will answer

pretty girl with her nose polite
glasses and the voice
who had never these Beatles
she will answer!

The Beatles do not know them
and even the world know
Yes yes I know Hiroshima,
but then I know very little.
He said my father
"Europe burned in the fire."
We have yet to learn, born yesterday, we were born yesterday.

After the August holidays,
I can not remember the sea.
not remember the music,
struggling to explain things.
To remain quiet,
shot my grandmother put the latest
who had never Beatles

those of you who you have them turned on hard and shouted
you expect that you've heard, then forgotten burned
you have to teach us with all things
not only in words
those who had never Beatles
who were ever these Beatles

The rain falls soon dried by the sun.
A river runs on a leather sofa.
But who were these ever Beatles
cars have sudden stops
and private radio stations to broadcast

the fog and the old fears.
Who were these ever Beatles

night,
dream city that never end.
I hear so many voices singing
there and people respond.
Swimming in the waves of sunshine,
path in the sky of the sea.
Who were these ever Beatles
Who were these ever Beatles

This song is for young people, too often villipesi from a hostile world, often treated with disdain by stupid people with gray hair.
But this song is for adults and for older people, too often ignored because they are out of fashion, with their experiences were thrown away like old newspapers. Why
- seem trivial, but evidently it is not - only the union of sound and the audacious enterprise experience we can build something good. This evening, or whenever you happen to read this little thought, look at your parents or your grandparents, you watch your children and your grandchildren, and try to listen to them. Nin @

and Mister X
The authors of the Scribble. They are a young and "old man". The doodle can be found in site and is also hosted on the community blogfriends

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Romulus, My Family Compo ...


Yes, thank goodness there is. Why is this lovely manga is not just a comic book full of funny gags. It 's the story of a boy who is orphaned (the parent because the parent is an orphan as a child) and was invited to live with his uncle (the brother of his mother), his wife and their daughter. So far everything seems normal ... except that the uncle in question was a woman and a man is his wife. In short, are a pair reversed: you, Yukari, is actually his uncle, a man, and he, Sora, is actually a woman. And to make matters worse, their daughter, Shion, changing alternativ catkins sex at will. How would you feel to come into such a family? Our sweet Masahiko, star of the series, is obviously a bit 'confused at first, but as the days (and comic) pass, he learned that the most important thing is to have a family with a father who knows how to be firm and authoritative, a mother gentle and understanding, and a sister acute and mischievous ... and no matter the gender. The nice balloon Tsukasa Hojo (City Hunter, the author of, among other things) teaches us that appearances are not important, but what one has in his heart. In addition to the endless chain of doubt, and the dilemma that plagues our Masahiko if Shion is actually a man or a woman, F. Compo gives us a very acute vision of our world, where often there are people who graduate from c onfini of what is called "normal" (but what is normal anyway?), and so they are judged, or worse, discrimination. Masahiko completely changes his worldview, and at the end of the series is inevitably more mature, stronger, in a word, growth. In this world we live in, where "All About My Mother" by Almodovar is transmitted only in the late evening "... for the scandalosità of topics, which have a gay son is worse than having only one leg, where everyone, our way, we are a little 'formal and bigots, yes, I say thank goodness there's Family Compo, that being just a little comic, makes us see that to be loved just simply be ourselves. Good day


JollyViola

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eternity - The Vagabond infinite

Eternity is a comic, but it is not a comic book any. It 's the story of the invasion of Earth by hostile aliens, but not the usual history of science fiction. The Lord was developed in the present (indeed, from our point of view, in the past) as a dramatic story, full of twists, in which - in a few glimmers of light - traveling in the night man. It 's a cartoon is disconcerting, it was full of chilling prophecies. Written by the great Hector G. Oesterheld and drawn by Francisco Solano Lopez, and Eternity was published between 1957 and 1959 on Hora Cero Semanal, Argentina. In Italy it was published by Lanciostory, and that's where I have known and loved. The story winds through snow that kill (as happened in Chernobyl, but twenty years later), among men who disappear into thin air (which recalls the drama of the disappeared Argentine and involving the same Oestereheld, four daughters and three kinds, all disappeared in June 1977), between stages used as concentration camps (as it then happened with the coup in Chile in 1973), with a final surprising and shocking. The
Eternauta tells of ordinary men turned into heroes by the circumstances, the value of freedom and dignity man, of great force of love and affection for your loved ones, friends. It affects more than all the despair of many glossy memorable characters (among them, Juan Galvez, the main character), aware of the inevitable end, yet still capable of fighting without rest for what they believe and who care. Like a bit 'to many of us, young men of this amazed that nothing falls down slightly, day after day, but that does not raise your eyes and tilt your head, because this is the way - if we sense we can speak - of our brief presence on this planet. For the great
Oesterheld and Lopez, who gave us other beautiful beads (referred to in other might say occasions) thanks for having given to millions of readers this masterpiece. The site, of Argentina, is here.

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... I'm nothing. "So says a sentence of good Paulo Coelho ... Saturday I was at a wedding and you still have not disposed of all the alcohol, either which are incurable mawkish, however this morning I feel quite in the mood for romance.
So ... I do tell you the mysterious and very tight, as does my beloved Dickinson "that love is all that c ' is, that's all we know of love "... But I will not. I could tell you that in dozens of movies, books, comics, cartoons are about love in different ways but all still beautiful. Because usually when we speak of love there is always guesses. Even if it becomes mushy, even if it becomes wrenching, even if you become cynical and materials, even if it becomes commonplace, even if it becomes excessive, if you say about love is usually the right things. But why do I say? Because if he tells the story of a prostitute as in Eleven Minutes Coelho, is about love? Because if you tell a duck and a duck that I am not engaged or married but a life of their quarrel is about love? Because if you tell the a woman who is taken captive by a beast and falls in love despite their appearance, you p arla love? Because if you write a poem called Ode to the aroma of the great Neru from, we speak of love? You know what's the answer? That love is all around us, in every little thing, every little gesture we make, if we do it with your heart, no love ... So what are you waiting for, all of you there FUO re you feel more tired every day, the saddest, most disappointed with the world? ... LOVE is the answer to all questions of human beings.
"Today we will talk about Agaphe, authentic love, which grows constantly, which moves the world and makes the wise man" ... (Paulo Coelho)
Good week to all lovers :-) ... and more!

JollyViola

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Muhammad Yunus - The Utopia and the reason

Muhammad Yunus (bio Inglese ; biography Italian) is a Bangladeshi economist, who many years ago was very simple intuition: the poor need charity, but the credit of trust to take care of themselves. has created a bank, the Grameen Bank, which grants Grameencredit , which is based not on complicated legal procedures (have you ever asked for a loan at a bank?) that a poor can not even begin, but simply on trust. Micro-credit, offered for creating self-employment or for any income generating activities, is returned in 98% of cases ... Yes, you understood very well: almost always, which is not the case with traditional loans (in the banking system Italian, in fact, there are many more than he restituisciono not the money lent). The history of its foundation was told by Yunus in his autobiographical book titled 'Banker to the Poor' (published by Feltrinelli in Italy and just came out). The "micro-credit project" which has come to affect 40 000 villages, 1140 branches and nearly 2,400,000 people (945 women) and the model has spread directly or indirectly in 58 countries (168 banks like Grameen) in rural areas (but not only) of the 5 continents (and not only in underdeveloped countries) involving about 5 million beneficiaries. The prospects are that the "micro-credit system has" come to affect 100 million families in 2005 and ½ billion in 2025. Yunus's idea is based on the principle that people are not having to go to the bank, but the bank by people. Is not, therefore, charity or alms, as many programs auito West towards poor countries, but on economic mechanisms, simple but functional. The gameencredit, In fact, it's something profitable. It gives absolute priority to the formation of social capital, human capital formation, gives scholarships. This great scholar, who - not nascondiamocelo - broke all the boxes to the corporatist world, now receives the recognition he deserves the Nobel Peace Prize. But with this award, and by his example, teaches us something else ... It teaches us that the economy is not a cool thing, greyed by grisaille. It teaches us that change our world for the better is possible, and not necessarily by the Copernican revolution. It teaches us that simple things are the fairest and the most true.

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October 8, 2001 - the massacre of Linate - Not to forget

5 years have gone from a sad morning when he consumed a tragedy. The fact is that a plane could not and was scheduled to land on one runway at Linate is found to seek permission to take off when another plane (A Sas) is doing the same. There is fog, the visibility is less than 50 meters, the ground radar is not working, the two planes intersect, collide, there are about eight in the morning. After the collision, the SAS continues its course and ends up in the slide of the airport baggage handling: 118 dead. Almost five years after closing the appeal process for four defendants and four others who had requested expedited. Two sentences deleted, a confirmation and a small: these are the main decisions taken by the court of Appeals. 118 remain broken lives, 118 families, hopes, plans, life, love, destroyed forever by fate, superficiality and guilt. None
return their loved ones for families, but what offends - or should offend - all of us is the ease with which we forget what has happened, it offends the memory of those who are no longer with the clean slate of the Law ( If we do not think to call it justice) and a void in which many, shrug, say "We must go on, life goes on." Of course it goes on, life is a road that you can travel in one direction only, but if it makes sense (perhaps simply did not have it) it is given by the flow of past, present and future. We can not bring back those people, but our duty to remember and to remember, just to keep going.
we can do that. A strong hug to you all.

Family members are doing a lot of good things, there is also a site of Foundation October 8, 2001 . If you expect a sad site, you are mistaken. There are many interesting news, events, etc. .. Let us jump!

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Bread and Chocolate is one of the best Italian films of all time. It 'probably the best interpretation of one of the greatest Italian actor Nino Manfredi. The director Franco Brusati, very good and not very well known, unfortunately. The film however is quite known, but certainly not as worthy. The plot is usually not the story, I refer to some of the network link, but this time I did not find anything good (and this says a lot ....). So, is John Manfredi Garofoli, who emigrated to Switzerland, civilized country steeped in a terrible racism (a memorable scene Garofoli, who found the body of a child, then harassed by the commissioner, dismissed our protagonist, received with great courtesy the self-confessed monster - of course, Switzerland) in which he tries to build a future for himself and his family has remained in Italy. Many mishaps: he loses his job for doing pee (sic!) Weaves a very discreet relationship with an exile Greek ( "Oh, yes, you are well ... we de worse," says the poor Nino at some point) becomes sympathetic to a bankrupt Italian, very good Dorelli Johnny, who welcomed him but then the bugger, committing suicide without him reveal where he placed the hard-earned savings Nino (Nino joke on his deathbed of Dorelli: "and I tell him that I paid money to a billionaire?" ) ends up underground with a family who "choose" to live in a chicken coop and constituents - Italian - they act like real chickens (Unforgettable the whole sequence, but the gem is the joke of Manfred " But a place like this looking good, not even if he could find in Italy? ). taken to be discouraged, he denied his own dyeing of blond, but then does not stand up to a goal of Italy while watching a football game inside a bar (" Italiener Unde ... but they have scored 7 to 0 Finsch's game, 8 even if That have time ") and finds himself expelled, decided to return home - despite the beautiful Greek, who has since married a police inspector occhiutamente for foreigners, have a face new residence permit - but, as the dates train, and hear once again the most popular songs trivia (Guitar, sun, sea and mandolin) that so despises, off the train and finds himself alone, half blonde and half brown, suspended between Switzerland and that does not accept an 'they do not like Italy.
What can I say ... he has never seen this film is a real shame. He speaks, stirring drama, laughter, homesick and hatred for too many faults of our age-old Italy, turns a man and his redemption of the Italian crisis, but many other things that just watching the movie you can pick fully. If we wanted to enclose it in a bar, the song is very reminiscent of Giorgio Gaber " I do not feel Italian" . The disenchanted
in the compartment of the train at the end of the film by Nino Manfredi is the perfect embodiment of what Brusati (and Manfredi, screenwriter of the film) we wanted to say, the Italians, it's time to wake up .. it was 1973, we are still waiting ... .

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Dear Bread and Chocolate

From this month one of my favorite comics is no longer a monthly but is a bi-monthly ... I'm talking about Uncle Scrooge. E 'away from number 16, below this wonderful comic strip featuring the best stories each month of the ducks. And now I leave ... Uncle Scrooge is probably my favorite band of the ducks; is an old (but then it really seems so old?) duck adventure from the past, apparently without scruples, but in reality a big heart ... full of contaddizioni, memories, regrets, small failures, victories short ... , a duck very much human. Among the great illustrators of the stories of ZP, today I want to tell you about two of them. Speaking of ducks, one can not mention, of course, the biggest (in my opinion) master of all time: Carl Barks . The Great Master has designed and created some of the most beautiful stories of the Ducks, committed by "Uncle Scrooge and the mystery of 7 cities" the poetic "Uncle Scrooge in the land of the Indian pygmy" the most absurd as "Donald Duck and the mystery of the Incas" at p ver purely comic as "Donald Duck and the Mouse". The sudden light, light, delicate and refined, and its unmistakable style in the stories dramatize not forget, as we do not forget that it is thanks to him if the character of Scrooge is scalable or that wonderful character that is now. Yeah, and now that our beloved teacher is gone? Who can match it in some way? Well, 'I believe there is someone, I'm talking about and I adored criticatissimo Don Rosa. This nice gentleman unable to create d elle stories that keep you stuck to the pages, and are full of quotations, legends, historical facts mixed with twists more daring ... and that trait, that way of drawing so different from Barks but this no less beautiful, the eyes of the ducks are the most expressive of Don than some (alleged) actor of our cinema ... The stories of Don do cry, laugh, reflect, and sometimes also know (because I know more things about Knights Templar her stories of things that made school ...). They make us feel close to these ducks so funny, cynical and sometimes bad, sometimes wise, sometimes funny, sometimes nasty and sometimes even touching. Neighbors in this paper that are just like us. Good day


JollyViola

PS: Al contarario of many authors that have occurred over time trying to copy the style of the great Carl, Don Rosa has been content to create one his own, with a compromise. In all its history shows a beautiful, sweet symbol: DUCK (dedicated to Uncle Carl by Keno). Don Bravo, keep it up.

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old Uncle ... 20 YEARS OF NIGHTMARE


Dylan Dog? Basically it is a drug ... Bought a number are no longer able to stop ... And I'm still trying to stop looking for special, unusual stories and everything that has to do with the "nightmare investigator". But it is useless ...
must really say that Tiziano Sclavi hit the mark (what a surprise!)
for various reasons.
Number one: Despite the various and famous names Bonelli (Tex, Mister No, Zagor and does not nominate them so much more because you know all) in those years there 'was like something new (though actually the real success came after a couple of years).
Number two: It was a typically interesting from many points of view, practically the first true horror published in Italy ...
Number three: This character is something brilliant! Not the usual hero confident, beautiful and full of all those cursed or several stereotypes ... He's a "normal" ... In fact, apart from his adventures among monsters, ghosts, paranormal, etc. ... It looks like a man with all his personal problems, his battered car, his paranoia, his phobias and his weaknesses.
Number four: The shoulder ... Groucho (which in principle had to be Martin Fieldman, to Frankenstein Junior), just a dip in the impossible ... Joking burst even at inopportune moments, which makes the reading much more sliding.
beginning it was all a show, it was truly a disturbing comic, ironic, but what is most important is that it was truly reflect on situations that were presented in a surreal way, but were also part of our reality, one in which we live.
There was a time when I have some 'hard to read those stories so-called "fairy tales" ... It was a nice break from the past and despite retaining many features horror / splatter etc. ... the size of the balloon was entry in a distinctly dreamy. Lately however I am finding that spirit that I call "the old days." Of course, these are considerations that depend on personal tastes and interpretations that, you know, are subjective. And the women? Practically a number ... His stories are always intense and passionate ... 's like every time if he found true love then inexplicably disappeared ... But he has loved all ... in a different way, but has all surely love.
read Dylan Dog you learn to believe in the incredible, unbelievable that that much ... It is not our "acchiappamostri" one hand can be seen as the investigator of the darkness that lies within each of us ... It ' a faithful representation of the comic version of a world full of fears, anxieties, questions about us that are often overlooked by us just to say that there ... And sometimes just a joke to lighten the story, just as Groucho .. .
"Judas dancer, I forgot!
Happy birthday ...

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Infinity

always been dear to me was this hill,
And this hedge, which has so much
De the farthest horizon excludes.
But as I sit and gaze,
limitless space beyond that, and superhuman
silences, and deepest quiet in
I thought I pretend, if just for
heart is overwhelmed. And as I hear the wind rustling through the trees
I
that infinite silence to this entry
comparing Vo: and I am reminded of the eternal,
And the dead seasons, and this
is alive, and 'the sound of it. So in this
Infinity my thought is drowned:
It 's sweet to shipwreck in this sea

Perfection does not comment ....

Nin @

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One day after another

One day after another
time goes
the roads are always the same,
the same houses.

One day after another and everything 'as a first step
after another
life itself. And his eyes looking around


that future they dreamed dreams but the dreams are still
and the future and 'now almost gone. One day after another

life goes
tomorrow will be a day like yesterday.
The ship has already left the harbor and shore
seems a distant point
someone this evening
slowly back home disappointed. One day after another

life goes
and hope now and 'habit.

It 's a beautiful - and sad - song by Luigi Tenco. I do not know if everyone know, I'm afraid not. Not the youngest, at least. Luigi Tenco was one of the greatest Italian singers. Together with Gino Paoli, Toby Lightman and Fabrizio De Andrè was one of the leading exponents of the so-called "Genoese school." Tormented man, very sensitive (too much, perhaps, in this world sometimes dry), than he remembers above all the story with great Dalida and her tragic death in San Remo, in circumstances still not fully clarified.
However, you can find plenty of news and pictures of him in the unofficial site Luigi Tenco , or other sites linked to it (My kingdom or Gigimai ).
This song (one of his best), I happened to hear the case for a few minutes ago, in a sad sunny Friday, with an eye towards the garden of my house, is a tribute to the great Tenco (for those guys or girls who attend our sites and know little or nothing) but also, perhaps above all, a sermon - small, for heaven's sake - for who is no longer so young to ask all of its LIVING precious lives, not LOOKING LIVE , spoiled as we are by too many hours a day from viewers (in front of TV, screens, etc. ...). Why, good or bad, is the only one we have. Will be trivial, simple, but it is.
Hello, Louis.

I would be there on my
green island
to invent a world
made only friends
(Luigi Tenco)