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Chess poem to the king of the city Political Machine

Sauro happened that Monday afternoon to take me to get the goal, and later in his car while I sit by the radio ... "Disco Inferno", very old piece , was already a whole program, as we walked towards Rocca Brancaleone seemed to be on the set of a science fiction film. I could not see but shadows and not a human being: I was in a town of machines, robots, a city without a soul, I took a strange anguish, Sauro and I were the only living beings in the city, the traffic was considerable, but I could not see a human being. arrive at the Centre and discovered with horror that lacks most of the opening twenty minutes, Sauro tells me try to see if you do a favor and anticipate it. The Raffaella gave us negative to the bitter end: we must wait. I began to feel sick, cold feet and took me up towards the head "effect of hemlock," life seemed fly away, often wondered what time it was obviously not the time and never ran, it looked like a trip gone wrong, rather than by total paranoia, I was walking with her legs apart for not stepping on the crosses of St. Andrew that I saw on the ground, under at my feet, I also thought that I would remain forever in the city of automatons, for eternity. I was getting worse and I went to "watering" a big cedar tree and tried to make a positive thought: ten minutes this process Ser.T. would open and so I would have stuck to me absurd travel. I'll be back next Sauro and look at his brand-new shoes, mine were all untrimmed. I felt squeezed by giant hands, and looked terrified stagger Sauro I smiled, blissfully smoking. He says: "What do you white." I bow to the ground, I wanted to scream but I was taken to the CIM, and then still resist. When there is more than five minutes: I have years of "down" but this was not the usual withdrawal symptoms. Maybe it was a crisis ... In the end open, the first, the neon me back to reality, to life, throw down the glass of elixir sweet, loving. I take the gift bag with all the paraphernalia of pills and controcazzi to sleep and wake up and so on. Date back to the red Fiat Multipla, but the city is not yet in place. They were still all machines, or at least to me so seemed. So I said: "Ridiamogli soul to 'the Byzantine city is decaying." Everything starts as before, the music returns, life as well. I've still got things to this city but I was so upset ... I do not remember what the radio will transmit the music listenable. Blast humans. We start to see the city's inhabitants. Gift a bowl of methane Sauro and say, "Go to hell, you and your great ancestor." May the Lord forgive me for it obscene. In closed, "Farewell to the city of the machines ..."

by a pen Charles G.

Nightmare Before Christmas Shifter Knob

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Trails Project. A name that collects faces, names, stories of ordinary people, people invisible to most. Perhaps facts and figures for the services that add one more step in the so-called network ... without which the photograph becomes political. For seven years the project has followed the lives of those who came in via Cavour 6, with a suitcase made of days of our existence thrown into the bulk, giving a membership, an opportunity for citizenship, an opportunity to feel potavoce of culture, resource ... a person. 7 years in which we have given depths of our creativity to get by, to give this place one more day ... putting our own, extending the opening times, as there is with the heart and not with the cards to be stamped. We met a thousand boys, crossed their lives, raised their word, weaving friendship, giving birth to paths to citizenship, to improve the quality of life. Now all this is being challenged by a word: crisis.

certainly exists and its bite gripping family oriented services, but sometimes it is flown as an alibi to cover other choices, perhaps more profitable to the consent of the image and guaranteed. I wonder if you can that the rights of individuals are subject to the economy and major changes. I believe that for these rights must be concrete and not declared and payable on the card, otherwise they become privileges. I wonder, watching these guys, like saying that because of "cuts" the project is questioned. How to explain the show and the image of a city with its pink nights, gold and various festivals are more tired of their lives ... but real. Of course those cuts and spends money he does as a park from the top of his seat, tank and faceless, without having ever fallen in places where services are not people and project names.

from the pen of Father Claudio

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the trip Traces

We really enjoyed the last time. A day together, wandering through museums, bars, public parks. Together in places to discover, know. To get to know us and our differences, and other points of view. Always guided by Almuth discover art and history of the Po delta, the country of the Abbey of Pomposa Comacchio. There will also be refreshments and lunch.
Our meeting this time is the gardens in front of the station, at the Town @ ttiva area where once again to knock us to offer fair trade coffee sacred awakening.
The tour is free, thanks to the contribution of the Fondazione del Monte , who wants to participate can contact 3385779212 or email Tommi posta@progettotracce.it

come on a trip with tracks, you'll find that funny.