Saturday, March 12, 2011
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CarnascialARTesca 2011 Report
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Founded by Zane Cope - VENICE - Associazione Culturalefun fun - the oldest, traditional and unconventional organization of the Carnival of Venice - and not just
Carnasciali ART bait Report 2011
Submitted by Enzo Rossi Ròiss on Fri, 11/03/2011 - 20:12Carnasciali ART ESCA 2011 was organized in Venice by the Compagnia de Calza "I Antichi", in conjunction with Carnival (February 26-March 8): made with exhibition of works art, performances and art installations d'aprés imagination carnival installed in several places by Enzo Rossi-Ròiss.
All the works have been commissioned to creative individuals of both sexes and of different nationalities and are illustrated and more news websites and blogs.
The Chaos Art Gallery hosted "Omnia saturnaliis Saturnalia" in Calle Lunga S. Barnaba in 2687 (Line 1, Rezzonico stop on the Grand Canal), a solo exhibition of Latvian artist Ilze Jaunberga, Artist De sock after featuring in Venice during Carnival in every start since 2006 ( www.ilzejaunberga.com ).
"Eros of artists from East to West" was staged in the home-studio of the Rossi-Ròiss (Vission and viewed by appointment) with works by: Agathe Apkalne - Enrico Baj - Igorts Bernats - Giuseppe Bosica - Salvador Dali - Dyoma - Arcady Estremskj - Max Hamlet - Ilze Jaunberga - Ieva Lapina - Andrei Maevski - Sebastian Matta - Pablo Picasso - Mario Schifano - Greta Schodl - Laura Stepan - Karlis Vitols. Some exercises
commercial settlements along the Salizada Sant'Antonin exposed in their windows works by different authors who have evoked, variously depicted or described, the elefanticidio made by two guns from the police station March 16, 1819 in the Austrian Church Sant'Antonin (narrative: http://www.iantichi.org ).
Artists: Franca Batain - Giuseppe Bosica - Bruno Carreteiro - Ilze Jaunberga - Ketty Parma - Martina Purisiol - Carlo Rossi - Silvano Signoretto. The locations
: Group Marchiol - Banco Lot No. 10 - Veneta Marina - There's Pizza and Pizza - "Alice in Wonderland Fine Arts Gallery -" Questoequeo " - Al Bragora - Muranero - From Giorgia - Masareta.
A committee of residents for the commemoration will consist Bragora dell'Elefanticidio during each Carnival, even without the support of those who conceived and created, with a march "music" to follow the path of a simulacrum elephantine Riva degli Schiavoni - Calle del Doce - Camp Bragora - Salizada Sant'Antonin.
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Monday, March 7, 2011
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MINACCE AL PM VELLA: La solidarietà di Sos Democrazia che chiede il potenziamento della Procura della Repubblica di Sciacca
di Associazione "S.O.S. Democrazia"
L’Associazione “SOS Democrazia” di Ribera esprime la propria solidarietà al dott. Salvatore Vella, Sostituto Procuratore della Repubblica di Sciacca, per il vile atto intimidatorio ricevuto durante un convegno tenutosi al Liceo classico "L. Pirandello” di Bivona.
"The threats to a key player Antimafia Agrigento is a cowardly reaction to his courageous commitment, his fairness and intellectual honesty of his work and represent an open challenge to the institutions and the healthy part of Sicilian society and as such should be rejected with a firm determination. "
" The mafia uses intimidation and violence to stop groped for the good work done by the judiciary and the police that in recent years have dealt severe blows Agrigento organized crime with the 'imposition of heavy sentences. What happened on Friday shows that Bivona unfortunately still have to work hard to eradicate the cancer of organized crime from the Sicilian society. "
"We believe at this time we should not lower our guard against the mafia, and it is absolutely necessary that the whole civil society around the string magistrate engaged in the delicate processes of the Mafia. We urge the Ministers of Interior and Justice to be enhanced safety of the magistrate Salvatore Vella and his family and that steps be taken as soon as possible to strengthen the Public Prosecutor of Sciacca - sott'organico few years - by sending more judges, per far fronte all'intenso lavoro di indagine necessario nei confronti della criminalità organizzata”.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
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Bivona (Ag): Minacce di morte al P.M. Vella di Franco Castaldo
Thursday, February 24, 2011
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Bonnie & Claudia
here, May 23, 1934
"I steal all the looks, and never surrendered me to a"
yours
Bonnie 
the priest did not know him, for this I could easily kill him, even to say, magpie, there is no God "Tell me now, you have the iron resting on the side of the crucified , tell me that God exists, let me know with your faith tin in the mouth. " Then, I remember only the church full of ravens, ate pomegranates with rosary beans. I do not remember the beginning, we went to Spain I think, maybe in Tarragona. You had a car with no roof on my knees and I had a strange cat glass wool, stroked against the grain. I did not have to do anything, you were kneeling on that this afternoon, a strand of copper behind tirandoti the ear. Did your mother drowned in the bathtub where she kept soaking the leaves of tobacco, had returned to the surface for a few seconds, like a mask in the mud, then with a finger had pushed him under again. You called me buddy and you were able to do amazing things with his ass, though, did not wear rings. We left at noon for lunch because there is dust, which is ideal to escape. We uploaded a whore from the long shadows by the sea, we were locked in an abandoned kiosk with sand crunched under our shoes, she hid the money in her hair combed and I then told her "I love you like a dog. " You look and smile with his eyes behind the copper, even when l'ammazzavo e le cantavo in un orecchio "dimmelo ora, ora che hai la lama sul lato del portafogli, che l'amore esiste, dimmelo senza lingua". Alla stazione di servizio tradii un amico, rubando cioccolato, tabacco e pistole giocattolo, lui rimase seduto nella veranda dondolando un poco con un fiore rosso in mezzo al petto e un fucile col calcio di legno appoggiato sulle gambe, con la faccia stupita di chi ha tra i denti un perchè o una spiga di grano, e cantai "dimmelo ora, tra le cicale e le sirene, dimmelo in un orecchio che t'ho voluto bene, dimmelo con i pugni e la bocca pieni di mosche". All'ufficio postale di Alicante dissi all'uomo col polsino nero di alzare le braccia mentre tu gli puntavi contro un dito full of promise. We took the bags of rice paper, calligraphy and addresses change, then we sent her in front of the rifles, a betrayal, the broken glass, blood on the dashboard, the creaking of the teeth, the dazzling star of tin, to your caught in copper wire earrings, letters to the wind, stolen, as thieves.
"I steal all the looks, and never surrendered me to a"
yours
Bonnie
Friday, January 21, 2011
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Pieter Bruegel " Wedding Dance"
dangle your feet in the wind would be nothing, except that you can see me on the ass from them. the jar of fireflies and honey in the hands of the boy is more than enough to show what remains of the day and me. the next branch there is an angel who laughs with a shiny armor anchovies. not made the sign of the cross and tells stories obscene. the carousel of Christs curious, dancing with his mouth twisted a fool of candied apple, a child who swallows a robin taking the leg with a thread of hemp, a bitch from the street that shows me her pussy in the dust. Man spits tobacco on his back and drags in the middle of the broom around by the tail. I feel the ivory tinkling laughter and the poverty of gold teeth, the crickets do the rest. you, you have a stone in the neck that do not belong to you, from up here look like a child bride who does the circle. but you know you love me, you who love the Tarot and the hazards most of your legs, a broken promise that a child is wrong. the spectacle of art varies from a man who is sincere answer the swing with a razor blade just under the tongue in kisses, blasphemed as questions. love is a bit of red wine, the wine is bad memory. and that is why I fall in love with you, whenever you return. Why do not you confess.
"inutile affannarsi a cercare tra i fogli. nessuno ti scriverà mai qualcosa di così bello"
Thursday, December 23, 2010
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"Un post molto volgare, non per sua colpa, però"
"Un post molto volgare, non per sua colpa, però"
1 (teste di pesce)
e no, i chiodi di garofano, no, cazzo, non nei pomodori col riso. Una volta qualcuno mi ha raccontato che ai polli da allevamento tengono la luce accesa per obbligarli a mangiare. Mangiano fino a che gli scoppia il fegato mamma e finscono on some table, maybe for Christmas. You know those lovely dinner tables, red cloth, decorated perhaps, some ricamino, like yours. It 'nice that you get busy, the quips and jests, curtains, even obscene mat that you put in the bathroom. Twelve-course mom, fuck. As the chicken farm. You know because they have the eyes of chickens mother side? To look at life in profile, like you and me. Even the fish have eyes on the side mommy dear, fish heads, they fucking heads fish that I have to swallow every Christmas. They make me throw up the fish heads and cloves as well, remind me of the dentist. We also swept the dentist mother, "I paid as your hearing, my darling? But look at that beautiful straight teeth you have now "The light is on, then there is the blinking of the tree, swallow, swallow, swallow it all. swallow the gondola on your TV, the sugar paper for that shit to the crib snow in cotton wool, the ashes on your shawl, and even the tinkling pee in your soup spoon star, continues. There is a divine justice in the herringbone pattern that gets stuck in the middle of the uvula your lyric, you feel flushed and Cimarosa your drowning in saliva.'m singing lessons, your cries as you sow purposes by the director of the choir behind the closed door, that's all in your goiter mezzo soprano and showers her eyes back in a gasp operetta. Now open your gift se vuoi, mentre caschi con la faccia nel piatto di fango e lische, visibilmente morta , come scriveranno nel tuo referto, mamma. Le teste di pesce mi guardano, scarto.
2 (piccola farò di te una stella)
‘Spetta bimba, ferma ferma, come sarebbe a dire che è finita? E l'amore, e tutto il resto? No dico, dove ti credi di andare? Cristo santo bimba non puoi farmi questo ora, quest’anno avevo in mente un numero pazzesco con un nano e tu vestita da babbo natale con il culo di fuori e una renna di pelouche. Roba forte bimba, da spellarsi le mani, non puoi farlo, ti ho inventato io te lo ricordi o no? Io ti ho scoperta bar at that shit, I leave you twenty-dollar tip for a cup of coffee made with mule piss and pumpkin seeds. I saw something in you baby, in you and in your breasts when no one was willing to give you a penny, get it? Iio. 'It girl, brakes, and everything we have created together? The nipple Halambra Rotary Club, here, you remember that? He came down the theater when you were spinning the breasts in opposite directions, and who invented that number, eh? You? You? Like hell. Sure baby, rockin 'the producers of Broadway half was a hard thing, I understand, but I think for me it was easy? Expect all those nights on your feet? But I swallowed it all, for us, for the nost future. And all those Evenings at the Mogambo who the fuck did you do, eh? Tell me? And producers who presented them to you? All those dreams and our projects where the fuck are they? Of course I understand that mate with a python in front of 30 people is not the best, but I think for me it was easy to steal reptile Marshall Street? I gave you a beautiful future, then you fuck with me now say that it's over. And do not look at me with those eyes now, you do not have the mica spoiled child. With the nano was worse, get him to shoot himself, you know ... but still appear a suicide. The dwarf and the Showgirl, a classic. Now the problem will take off this fucking blood from clothes.
3 (the letter)
Cao Born Babo, eg, a born voei fidansata and the custom of spais Renger, and then a vore vore pistoi SPAA pè a tuti tuti i cannot and those like me who robs gigeto meenda tuti the regions in squola me says that we are, flaws we are? veamente gigeto ameenda not hanging over me. Pope to pistoi de ce lavevo satchel in gigeto cao, if not me I do not canson you spaavo, veo gigeto? Peo vojo a pistoi suit my, yes. PEO, dear babo born sopatuto Voei did not go in rent.
Monday, December 13, 2010
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my Cupid good balsamic vinegar, the tip of the lips, without a moment of scallions, full of common sense and you're all waiting for thee marinated tuna to mix my love, breast parannanza, sole of Mediterranean fish, lemon love, the heart of Tabasco, sex, chocolate, drained, Licking, insugata soul, the memory of bread, our complicity do a shoe, wonder bread crumbs, tomato laughter, I adore you smell, I lick my fingers and wait for anchovies, you're beautiful by endive do so, the devil, open your mascarpone, guinea fowl thighs, buttocks nutella're beautiful ass pan, pluck a ball oh cream, hand shakes, margarine field, no legs, I have no way out, my Alice, harlot, fryer, I want to watch, bread roll, yelling and brown, it's raining stracchino are your rosemary, rose wine, soul favorite, meatball, nose to nose, scaled signs, your surplus fat fat young man, belly Colonnade. Off wheels and digging my grave in the pecorino, a herring moved, and you, states in a knee sage omelette for my soul, in this coffin of baguette, for they have crepes.
" once a month, Camilla, defrost the fridge, and invites me to dinner. What is a sin to throw the leftovers, is okay, but I got to do that? "
Thursday, November 18, 2010
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soul of little poetry, and other men who trained
Jan Saudek
Jan Saudek
you're in love with me because it looked like your father, so to speak. There is no pass stolen, returned, however, that I took thee. In stumbling hesitation. The sand under the heel sounded like the salt of certain words between his teeth, love, remember? In the words then, I have always done what the fuck I wanted, I learned to spit lying as you know. Saliva, it is better to free running, as some cyclists climbing. But as I said, I was resting, always in the afternoon, just before they did the voices of metal, a foot wrong, as befits a pig in search of rhyme. But little grunting inside his jacket, with waist slow puzzled air is not love, it is rather the fear that you will seize the sunrise in the middle of the parking lot with shopping bags in the back seat and the bird in your hands, and you never find a kleenex after. Then there is the story of steam on the glass that has the same smell of our dinner yesterday, but it was not what I wanted to talk to you, not now anyway. I left because it looked like your father. Too bad, if you only you had that mustache cut.
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