no longer responding. You searched
too that I have denied
I hid and killed what was ours. The future had
your name but had not yet learned to read.
And now the emptiness is killing me.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
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No response
no longer responding. You searched
too that I have denied
I hid and killed what was ours. The future had
your name but had not yet learned to read.
And now the emptiness is killing me.
no longer responding. You searched
too that I have denied
I hid and killed what was ours. The future had
your name but had not yet learned to read.
And now the emptiness is killing me.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
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What the silence tells
E '
in the days that pass without a trace, in the silence of my blood
who can no longer feed my flesh,
in empty gestures of my caresses
chasing holograms faded in the eyes
distracted the world
rejecting my joints,
is inside the heart
tired of my past, all this is within
I lost my sword and my strength.
And I lie here,
under the weight of a paper written
rusty armor, that inexorable
speaks to me of you. 
E '
in the days that pass without a trace, in the silence of my blood
who can no longer feed my flesh,
in empty gestures of my caresses
chasing holograms faded in the eyes
distracted the world
rejecting my joints,
is inside the heart
tired of my past, all this is within
I lost my sword and my strength.
And I lie here,
under the weight of a paper written
rusty armor, that inexorable
speaks to me of you.
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Jena Valentin 'strange people'
Theatre Florence : Saturday, January 29 Jena Valentin's return to the scene with 'strange people' Path at the Teatro Nuovo, Florence. Theatrical Performance freely adapted from the memorable Monty Python sketch. The group
Jena Valentin of Florence, led by Roberto Cacini, it is proposed the goal of appearing on stage skits (revised and reworked) of the famous Monty Python (also known as the Pythons), authors and performers of famous " Monty Python's Flying Circus , the innovative and successful comedy series broadcast by the BBC broadcast in English between 1969 and 1974
The main difficulty encountered by the group so far, is the strong characterization of the repertoire tailor made for an English audience. The Jena Valentin have recently presented the show "Gente Strana ", freely adapted from a selection of sketch Pythons. The director, in agreement with the players, he thought a show for an Italian audience, trying to keep the attributes (unique) of this kind, invented by the British group ( the strong impression that often results in a creative non-sense , the subtle irony and side often irreverent and provocative representations ) but it was enjoyable even for those who had never seen a Monty septtacolo.
not an easy challenge and a road (which leads to the objective) all uphill, but Valentin Jena, as evidenced by the video, they are good and certain.
Theatre Florence : Saturday, January 29 Jena Valentin's return to the scene with 'strange people' Path at the Teatro Nuovo, Florence. Theatrical Performance freely adapted from the memorable Monty Python sketch. The group
Jena Valentin of Florence, led by Roberto Cacini, it is proposed the goal of appearing on stage skits (revised and reworked) of the famous Monty Python (also known as the Pythons), authors and performers of famous " Monty Python's Flying Circus , the innovative and successful comedy series broadcast by the BBC broadcast in English between 1969 and 1974
The group wants to bring to the Florentine public, the culture of the Pythons by revisiting some of the most beautiful pieces of the repertoire of British artists.
The main difficulty encountered by the group so far, is the strong characterization of the repertoire tailor made for an English audience. The Jena Valentin have recently presented the show "Gente Strana ", freely adapted from a selection of sketch Pythons. The director, in agreement with the players, he thought a show for an Italian audience, trying to keep the attributes (unique) of this kind, invented by the British group ( the strong impression that often results in a creative non-sense , the subtle irony and side often irreverent and provocative representations ) but it was enjoyable even for those who had never seen a Monty septtacolo.
not an easy challenge and a road (which leads to the objective) all uphill, but Valentin Jena, as evidenced by the video, they are good and certain.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
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inbred Theatre dell'Affratellamento
Theatre Firenze: 'BREED' on 27 and 28 January at 21:15 at Teatro dell'Affratellamento
Done during the events of Memorial Day 2010, a touring show, a guided tour of the spaces inside the theater, inspired by the Manifesto of Race, creating a confrontation with oneself and with the present.
central theme of the show is the loss: the loss of family, school, work, social life, liberty, and the loss of the right even to exist.
Divided into three groups, the public is accompanied by the plaintiffs - driving in different areas of the theater where he was involved in the various situations unfolding drama in which are gradually reconstructed the story of a family affected by the racial laws of '38. Each guide leads the instance of a member of the family: his father, his son Piero high school, Wanda and her daughter, then each guide offers a particular point of view the whole affair, and each group of visitors taking a tour seeking clues about a character.
The route is divided into three stages that each group of spectators enjoy, in a different order: the teacher, she moved away from the class Piero, and his lecture on race, the woman who has kept his father in the chicken coop, the 'Wanda's ex-boyfriend in his print shop. Every situation, highly interactive, involving the public as a party, as an active subject of the story, thus stimulating the reflection on collective responsibility in the phenomena of racism and social exclusion. In the last section groups together meet some authentic witnesses, whose memories resonate in the stories told to remind everyone that this is not theater, but the tragic truth of history.
Info and reservations
Theatre fraternization
you. 333 5273167 
Theatre Firenze: 'BREED' on 27 and 28 January at 21:15 at Teatro dell'Affratellamento
Done during the events of Memorial Day 2010, a touring show, a guided tour of the spaces inside the theater, inspired by the Manifesto of Race, creating a confrontation with oneself and with the present.
central theme of the show is the loss: the loss of family, school, work, social life, liberty, and the loss of the right even to exist.
Divided into three groups, the public is accompanied by the plaintiffs - driving in different areas of the theater where he was involved in the various situations unfolding drama in which are gradually reconstructed the story of a family affected by the racial laws of '38. Each guide leads the instance of a member of the family: his father, his son Piero high school, Wanda and her daughter, then each guide offers a particular point of view the whole affair, and each group of visitors taking a tour seeking clues about a character.
The route is divided into three stages that each group of spectators enjoy, in a different order: the teacher, she moved away from the class Piero, and his lecture on race, the woman who has kept his father in the chicken coop, the 'Wanda's ex-boyfriend in his print shop. Every situation, highly interactive, involving the public as a party, as an active subject of the story, thus stimulating the reflection on collective responsibility in the phenomena of racism and social exclusion. In the last section groups together meet some authentic witnesses, whose memories resonate in the stories told to remind everyone that this is not theater, but the tragic truth of history.
Info and reservations
Theatre fraternization
you. 333 5273167
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
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Off Duty
timed everything
out of service.
They spend too many hours,
pass without touching.
I've touched with the tongue
while running after the circles in the water. Search
a day for me.
Seek Him without fear, without thinking,
like a smile to a child.
You can die only once 
The fate
timed everything
out of service.
They spend too many hours,
pass without touching.
I've touched with the tongue
while running after the circles in the water. Search
a day for me.
Seek Him without fear, without thinking,
like a smile to a child.
You can die only once
The fate Thursday, January 13, 2011
Dachshunds Sleep Outside
The fate limps
limps,
change street
Meet the madness around the corner,
becomes dream and despair.
not walk away with pockets full of my days;
the ice slowly melts,
comes the source that feeds on another trip.
change street
Meet the madness around the corner,
becomes dream and despair.
not walk away with pockets full of my days;
the ice slowly melts,
comes the source that feeds on another trip.
small paper boats that ignore the route of sadness
get lost inside the happy moments.
Destiny is not the most wagers,
always lose the counter
love and a thousand times a day
I repeat that I love you,
and a thousand times a day
me smile.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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HERE FOR YOU
I'm here for you
. My finger tip
straight to your pain.
so bad that you'll thank me.
Only when you're tired of tears
then you will love the thoughts that I will give you. 
I'm here for you
. My finger tip
straight to your pain.
so bad that you'll thank me.
Only when you're tired of tears
then you will love the thoughts that I will give you.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Sinus Infection Russian Translation
my name on the wall
I went too far, so far from
not see his eyes,
did not hear her breathing.
My name on the wall
has faded into silence. Too far from
seasons
that give abundant fruit and light steps.
too far away from everyone.
Hidden behind the freedom of listening to the insults
wounded by the indifference of the soul.
thousand splinters a thousand mirrors
share out my truth.
not see his eyes,
did not hear her breathing.
My name on the wall
has faded into silence. Too far from
seasons
that give abundant fruit and light steps.
too far away from everyone.
Hidden behind the freedom of listening to the insults
wounded by the indifference of the soul.
thousand splinters a thousand mirrors
share out my truth.
Is It Safe To Do Treadmill
untitled
I have not been on anyone.
escape me, from my
shadows
from my nails on the couch. How much space is freed
killing the hopes? 
I have not been on anyone.
escape me, from my
shadows
from my nails on the couch. How much space is freed
killing the hopes?
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Word Sertch Print Outs
Small
I point.
A bit of 'needle has punctured the my skin. The index hour bleeding: a small drop of blood that seems almost eager to get away from me.
E 'red. Of that I recognize my dark red, full of pride and strength. I wish I could read in that blood to figure out if that stunning I feel it is a disease. And
'his voice makes me so? ... Just a voice? ... Or are the words? In the crowd of words that tells me every now and then a fall that cuts your breath ...
I love her words.
What's in this blood? Keep out blood. He wants answers too?
- "I do not know what to say! Stop ... please."
And then laughs: She laughs. Ride so well that seems to music. But no answers. Even she has answers.
He said: "Believe it. Believe me."
Within this there is a little bad blood, that grows out of control.
I got a hunger for excitement. Greed is only a shadow of her.
The blood still comes out.
Appearance. Maybe I'll die
bled.
Even when the blood does not come out anymore.
A bit of 'needle has punctured the my skin. The index hour bleeding: a small drop of blood that seems almost eager to get away from me.
E 'red. Of that I recognize my dark red, full of pride and strength. I wish I could read in that blood to figure out if that stunning I feel it is a disease. And
'his voice makes me so? ... Just a voice? ... Or are the words? In the crowd of words that tells me every now and then a fall that cuts your breath ...
I love her words.
What's in this blood? Keep out blood. He wants answers too?
- "I do not know what to say! Stop ... please."
And then laughs: She laughs. Ride so well that seems to music. But no answers. Even she has answers.
He said: "Believe it. Believe me."
Within this there is a little bad blood, that grows out of control.
I got a hunger for excitement. Greed is only a shadow of her.
The blood still comes out.
Appearance. Maybe I'll die
bled.
Even when the blood does not come out anymore.
Monday, January 3, 2011
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evil sun on your face. Fall
I put a little 'sun on my face.
I choose the last dress,
and leave the window open so that the wind can steal
my usual smile.
exude
pieces of reality into my every breath that slowly
tell my shame.
I let you go away because I'm alone, because my
not have fingernail
thoughts and even hopes to detain
you do not know to give names to
expectations and fears, and so I'm left here
,
to play with silence,
dream of you.
I put a little 'sun on your face,
where before there was a smile. 
I put a little 'sun on my face.
I choose the last dress,
and leave the window open so that the wind can steal
my usual smile.
exude
pieces of reality into my every breath that slowly
tell my shame.
I let you go away because I'm alone, because my
not have fingernail
thoughts and even hopes to detain
you do not know to give names to
expectations and fears, and so I'm left here
,
to play with silence,
dream of you.
I put a little 'sun on your face,
where before there was a smile.
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