Monday, February 21, 2011

Cipralex How Long Can Be Used

Tiziana Aliffi ranked 2nd place in the Poetry ... Without face


Tiziana Aliffi ranked 2nd place in the poetry section of the "ANT. INK AND SOUL IN MEM. OF A. Caldwell"

Tiziana Aliffi was born in Rome in 1953, painter and poet for over thirty-five. He teaches in a primary school in the province of Pordenone, where he lives. He has already published collections of poetry, created texts and illustrations of stories and nursery rhymes. "The poems of Tiziana reactions and interpretations varied and disparate. This means that his ability to write has reached levels of abstraction very intense, in which everyone can lose. And you get lost in his verse, pleasantly, to find every time themselves or others. Depends on how you read his poetry, the rhythm that you give, you're sounding echo in the mind, or simply what you want to find. Or just leave it would be nice stun. "(Giancarlo Fattori - Poet)
" Each verse of Tiziana Aliffi ago to enjoy the pleasures of being an amateur of life. I feel that you can go beyond the usual habits. Without fear of being wrong. In her poetry she knows how to give an answer to pressing problems and new situations. Look at the body and soul with curiosity and interest, without anxiety or fear. Moves to expand the light leaving I expressed no danger in diagrams or system routine. It is capable of letting go and the reader follows the path of acceptance of experiences and transforms them. Just as an amateur ever 'live' towards the achievement of pleasure. While the 'silent body' reserve surprises most fascinating ...
Poetry is true. "(Rita Pacilio - Poet)


Vacuum

Vibra
vacuum
absent mysteries
widens breathing
voiceless writhes
acoustic tracks
and scraps of Sun
gallop between thoughts
image disguised
my mind rejoices
invaded magic
metamorphosis
of a new creation
or wandering death
desire for peace
silence glass
with its murmur
floods flowers
a heart made of wax.


Mani shadow

Around
the world as color
grass
prison
plots stone
shadows networks without water
agglomeration happy
that wall solitary
absorbs shadowdancers
welcomes enduring figures
confused lines of immortal
hands of shadow
arise from cracks
give themselves between tangles and deaf vocals
s'ingigantiscono history
master of nothing
essence of a gesture
mysterious cling
wind sewn.


addition

Just a puff of wind
to mess up sheets of words
breath Hot
exhausted whisper
lip of rain
flows
between the fingers
starving time
removes thoughts
laconic laces of life
release the delirium of dreams
plot or canvas for eyes slender
warp entries
unreachable frequencies
over
a flower
born into a poor stone
cold ground.

(On pages 58, 59 and 60 by various authors, Ink & Soul Anthology 2010/2011 - Poetry, Theatre, Cinema in memory of Anthony Caldwell, 2011, 8 °, pp. 152 - Library Publishing Urso - Avola, Necklace Mneme No. 33, Euro 15.00 - EAN 978-88-96071-02-1)


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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

How To Keep Snakes Out Of My Garden

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How to laugh at their misfortune ...


Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Why Are Chelsea Charms Boobs So Big?

woman and I say it again

think about it, there are too many things in Italy who say this enough, so many that the only solution would be to get out of here.

But nevertheless I'm proud to be Italian and I would not change my nationality for anything in the world.

So I want to be positive: I am a woman and say it again.


Again the smile and hospitality, unique in my own land.

Yet the culture of food and good company.

still the pride of our traditions.

Even the sound of musical dialects of Italy.

Even the art of getting by with what you have, the typical Italian.

Even the Italians that the media does not feed on nectar.

Even the Italian women who know how to say enough.

still young Italians who have a thirst for knowledge and desire to do.

Even the sweat of those who struggle against a rotten system, and in return receive only insults.

again to the courage of Saviano, who fight for us even if we do not fight for him.

again to the delight of small gestures and simple words, of which we Italians are always capable.