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At one year after the crane has again offered a shot scena.Ieri afternoon I come home from work by bus and I do not see spire as usual from behind the cotton warehouses. And to think that a few days before we went to see her from getting close to sneak in the yards! This time In fact, I'm not alarmed and began to look like you know the bus in the port, after a while 'I see a tick in the central area between Enel and the lantern a metal edge far sconosciuto.Questa morning arrival at work and here it is , is in front of my office window. There are places in Genoa are .. but is passed from the kitchen window to window of my office! Usually speech, change place, change poosizione, do not expect to be there, you've lost the habit of carefully observe a slice of the harbor in front of you every day.

That said, I'm glad that works, but home is home to the pier and there is still more beautiful!

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THE BELLY

The force of gravity is the Devil. (And I, Prussian blue, his prophet. A little 'space for my anger, if you please). Ennio Flaiano.


It is often said that truth does not exist. It is not considered, however, how this claim to predict the outcome of a precipice paradoxical to those arguing that there was no truth in this state an absolute truth.
The point is that in itself speak of the truth (according to logical criteria) is always a paradox. To say that something is true, often does not mean that its opposite is likely.
This is a matter for the whole repertoire of so-called "bullshit" that often accompany our difficult times where we seem to have entered into various impasse.
This relates to a clear overestimation of reason, what Derrida would call as logocentrism.

The truth is a matter of belly.

We are our desires, but alas, We used to not paying attention. We are not trained to do so. Shake by our emotions, as if they could not take anything, as if they were a danger to us, frightened as before the siren song of the twelfth (to Homer, I mean).

not know that there is peace everywhere in the world, even in the huge uproar.
We are accustomed to hearing the little voices that speak to us in the head, all in contradiction with each other. We are like palaces inhabited by hundreds of tenants, which should never agree with each other, and who continue to complain to the administrator of the building that we then ourselves.

We are tenants of the ground floor. The belly

us says what we want, what is right for us. It tells us that we are interested in, it tells you what makes us feel good or bad. The stomach talks with the emotions, and these are our absolute judges.
Very often we are even forced to have fun. Enter the land of opportunity granted, and all at odds with what the belly screams behind the gag.
Sure, life is something much simpler. Just understand that each of us leaves the truth manifest itself with the statement of their wishes.

not get me dancing in the scientific truths, please: In the realm of reason there are only assumptions, and are always strictly true.

Yeah, and when you want deal with a speech that light a lantern above the desire, end up with a "do not know, complex speech" when in reality the problem is that it often takes two, three, one word.

If logical truths are too many, the truth has to be to be disposable, to be true.

Luca Atzori

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"Enjoy the error" image

Yesterday I was impressed, a second after writing a sentence given to one of my co-worker: "Enjoy the error." In his case
beautiful mistake, a person at work is considered infallible, a great error to those who need reminding of its data that we are not open-heart surgery and that a wrong comma will not cause anyone's death. "Gotidi the error" would encourage people to look at all ironic amazement and agitation that had created the wrong comma in a number of characters around him.
Then I read the sentence and have paid me. Being that is understanding what is human and interesting and should be imperfect, especially if it becomes a must be aware and to get to a next step. When I understood, forgiven and almost looked sweetly my own imperfection or weakness, then I happened to remember this point of view and to forgive more easily than others .. then he did it in greater or lesser extent depending on the estimate to the other .. oh yes indeed, imperfect.

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google today devotes his writing from an architect and designer who strangely ignored, although they certainly have seen some of her patterns in my occasional forays tematici.Mi sites has attracted its own style and in a second I felt like a picture of my current mood, or rather more positive reading may I can do. How many ways there would be a mess to read .. but deliberately focus on a positive life-giving and its interpretation is really a magic medicine. A tangle color, look good and not a maze, are branches that move, stretch, grow, change color, are intertwined with others. Yes, yes, the goal is a stronger body, rooted, but all need.

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The Art of Dreaming


June the twenty-seventh was held at the Alcatraz embankments, a cultural festival organized by the Torino Teatro di Mauro Alan Go, presented as The Art of Dreaming.
More precisely, it was a celebration took place in honor of the newly formed company that includes artists of Theatre Eidos all kinds, from writers to actors, musicians, painters, photographers, editors etc..
The leitmotif of the event was without doubt (as you can easily guess) what the dream meant in every sense (desire, dream life, etc.). We can say that the whole event has used this theme as a window to illuminate the reality of an evening.
all began with an exhibition where the works have been exhibited Colanino Delia's designer, the designer Samantha Lai, Babalushi the artist and photographer who calls himself Musician Alchemy. Both Delia Colanino Musician Alchemical that participated (according to their skills) to the realization of the show modesty aside, I wrote, directed by Alan Go and performed by Ilaria Mauro Aseglio Gianinet, which occurred after (and followed by) other various shows and performances were: the presentation of the Publishing House
Eris, the presentation of text Cheik Ngoma Bayefall The Silence of the Gods, the Mac Alan Beck show pupils made one of the many workshops that take place in Turin, the show Marco Marco Fratta Fratta Reading Project with readings by Frederick and Alan Vincent, the performance of fluorescent decoration of clothes live Samanta Lai and followed by the spectacle of Giulia Donelli "It is not as it seems" with Cristina Costigliola and Travels of CJ, Mule Emule.



The spontaneity with which they were collaboration has certainly increased, and made vivid the need for community in an ever more urgent that there is in our national artistic reality.
It is said that for the artists is an unfavorable period (it is unclear whether there was a time when the situation had been different), so instead of drowning in the usual complaints we have decided to give their voice and in particular to those dreams and desires that are grouped together with the aid of other minds and lives in a group experience.
's event certainly has revolved around the very fabric of the evening, which took place (apparently not by chance) in a nightclub. Several shows, exhibitions and performances, managed to bring people together in a real ritual where entertainment has become a real sense.
There is often room to roam without knowing why one is finished, so that you risk falling into routine habitual drunkenness, and you go to skid their motivation to nowhere, unless there is a concert or another type of event that would justify the move.
In this case we wanted to gather people and make an evening that could make them do something that they can tell.
Instead of forcing us to pretend, mask and show ourselves a face that often force us to dress, we wanted to talk about our own lives, our talents, we tried to talk to our past for him to say aloud what the future will prefer to meet. For everything that happened. The title taken from a book by Carlos Castaneda titled The Art of Dreaming, where he told of an experience by the writer himself as a center with the shamanic initiation. The theater is in fact a form of shamanism. First of all you care, put on show of what we are normally forced to hide each giving voice to his daemon.
If anyone believes that theater is an art form embalmed, I can certainly believe that we can not say the same with regard to the rite which is the meet, get around a fire and tell stories.


Luca Atzori

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EMOTIONS A CARO NO PRICE

"Hell of the living is not something that will, if there is one, is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become a party to the point of no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the middle of hell, is not hell, then make them endure, give them space. "Italo Calvino




Those moods are commonly defined as anxiety, depression, despair, etc., are actually none other than luxuries. We
commonly used to thinking that if you are faced with the threat of an emotion that we believe to be impossible to manage, you should seek remedy in the suppression of that state of mind through the narcosis, psychological counseling with a retinue of prescription medication, or if they do not, be thrown on his bed gazing at the ceiling, groans emanating primordial, or degenerating into a variety of other bizarre behaviors (often designed to self-destruction, with accompanying consolation).
Often we are not able to support even the marital relationships for this very reason, or because you are going to look out too much emotion, so the choke as soon as possible should be falling in the dynamics of abuse of one over in a competition to see who wins the trophy for the "no pain".

Someone told us (and do not ever remember who and when) that being alone is a terrifying thing.

are afraid of a "problem", and rather than face it you decide to cap it off, forget it.
Quell'ectoplasma we have called "problem", however, is precisely the source of that series of reflections that should bring our own emotional system to travel to reach (attention) is not a response to the meeting, (which for the itself is precisely that from which we should instead escape), but rather for the manufacture of constant questions.
These emotions (not by chance that I would define as luxuries) are too expensive, and did not mean in general.
We used to have to have control over many facets that are principally used to arrive alive at the end of the month. In the event that this excess of "meaning" should arise, we must address them immediately, to avoid the risk of "LOOK" like a bastard.

happens that these problems are often hidden in interpersonal relationships, where one is forced to show him that the puppet that we designed and that allows us a safe exit from that big rock that is the CASE.
To say nothing of the story we tell ourselves before going to sleep, he says looks like this: are the others to be bad, I'm the victim of cynicism etc etc.
Yeah, and so we sit happily in the chair of its misery. An armchair that we do not realize, but slowly leads us to sink into a process that has only one name: the degeneration.
And then we became convinced that millions of licentiousness to give us joy that we tried. A night spent drowning in alcohol, or sex with strangers in the bathroom of the first local paved the tribal rhythms of that divertissement that we picked up (and not vice versa), then wake up the day with a headache, the guilt, and so on.
This turns out to be one of the life patterns of living "cool" in our current atmosphere of decadence and barbarism spick.

Facing your fears? But if you do not even have the time!
Indeed, the time? be lost. You lose!
often do not accept that this same problem exists. Why in the notorious group, you can not think of inseririsi with this burden on him, but rather should act in the manner of Diderot (see the paradox of the actor).

Convinced of what appears to be ourselves. Convinced that his own ego.
The root of this problem must certainly be assigned to an economic structure. Whilst it is pay attention to the fact that our hands to make the economy, and our dreams.

Everything is precarious, tasted, and never (or rather trouble) lived through.
is forbidden to live too, and for that reason, therefore, suffer.

What to do?

Maybe join those two great luxuries that are the head and the heart to take a little 'space? Massacre yourself with infinite love?
make the bottom? Raise the blinds?
Go to skid against death, begging for a living?
? ? ? ? ?

Luca Atzori