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Tra le moltissime cose che circolano in rete una ha attirato fortemente la mia attenzione. Mi ha fatto riflettere a certe notizie dei telegiornali a proposito to changing environmental and climatic conditions. For example in those Tg summer where it is recommended for the elderly and children not to go out in the hot hours for ozone or too frequent restrictions on the movement of vehicles with too much CO2.
The point is that, in general, there is now little indignamo.

Emmevù

"Imagine a pot of cold water in which a small frog swimming happily. A small fire is lit under the pot and the water heats up very slowly. The water gradually becomes warm and the frog, found it quite pleasant, you can swim. The water temperature continues to rise. Now the water is warm more than the frog can appreciate, it feels a bit 'tired, yet not afraid. Now the water is really warm and the frog starts to find it unpleasant, but it is much weakened, then stand and do nothing. The temperature continues to rise, until the frog ends up simply to cook and die. If the same frog had been thrown directly into the water at 50 degrees, with a shot of legs would have immediately jumped out of the pot. This shows that, when a change occurs at a sufficiently slow, escapes the consciousness and stirs in most cases no reaction, no opposition, no rivolta.Se look at what that happens in our society for decades we can see that we are suffering a slow drift to which we are accustomed. A number of things that would have horrified 20, 30 or 40 years ago, were now gradually being trivialized and disturbing or just leave altogether indifferent most persone.Nel name of progress, science and the profit you make continuous attacks on individual liberty, dignity and integrity of nature, beauty and joy of living, slowly but surely, with the continued complicity of the victims, become unconscious or unable to defend themselves. The black weather for our future, instead of reactions and preventive measures, non fanno altro che preparare psicologicamente la gente ad accettare delle condizioni di vita degradate, anzi drammatiche. Il martellamento continuo di informazioni da parte dei media satura i cervelli che non sono più in grado di distinguere le cose...”
Olivier Clerc, scrittore e filosofo

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martedi 10 Marzo "Il gran giorno da una poesia all'altra"

15 novembre 1987

Larghe volute
di fumo azzurrino
disegnano le ore
in una vecchia
campana di light.

missed opportunity
hamper
breath.

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martedi 10 Marzo "Il gran giorno da una poesia all'altra"

In Italy we speak little of poetry, sell little, very little is law and not being promoted.

Elsewhere is thankfully different.

The French Printemps des Poètes, from 2 to March 15, sponsored by, inter alia, the French Ministry of Culture and the Ministry of Education launched the initiative The spring of poetry.

Throughout France are events of different kind in this event.

Among them, it would be great adopt at least one particularly significant: it is the Liberation March 10 for poetry, " the big day from a poem to another."

This is to establish a kind of poetic bookcrossing : at home, walking down the street, at school, in your workplace, presents a poem, exchange your poems, speditene one, a scrivetene in your blog, a poem slide under a door here or there, but presents a poem to others.

Why not?

Emmevù

- www.printempsdespoetes.com

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parole

We talk, we explain (or at least we try), it has the weight of words and, sometimes, the meter is wrong and it's up chasing the meaning of what we meant.
rest of the word weight, always, and accountability. Undertake, mean, can not be irresponsible or I'm stupid.
If you need to read even more control, command and responsibility. Why can hurt, injure, hurt. But surprise, shock, to dream. If it helps, if it succeeds, if there is a good ear suggest. Even move.
should always be correct. Appropriate.
The words are important to me.
Here.
There is a song that says it well.


Emmevù

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57oMTDVSfd8

My Words - Samuele Bersani

My words are sharp rocks
precise spot to hurl
on vulnerable and helpless faces
are clouds hanging
swollen implied
going on in the infinite waits
eyes are precious drops unforgetted
long pangs and then sip, arrows are heated by the wind or the luck I know how to address
lightning inside a pit, dark and abandoned
face a deaf and dumb that love has lit the fallen leaves are

promises due
that time will forgive for having spoken
are jarring notes
happened to the paper by mistake
drawn
and then forget the words I said or I thought I say I admit

held between the teeth
past, applicants
unexpected , hear or dream ...
My words are tumbling
snowballs in the sun glowing
rockets before bursting
are toys and mosquitoes, sand pile
small prohibitions that disobey
went to sleep surprised by a deep pain that
non mi riesce di spiegare
fanno come gli pare
si perdono al buio per poi ritornare

Sono notti interminate, scoppi di risate
facce sopraesposte per il troppo sole
sono questo le parole
dolci o rancorose
piene di rispetto oppure indecorose
Sono mio padre e mia madre
un bacio a testa prima del sonno
un altro prima di partire
le parole che ho detto e chissà quante ancora devono venire...
strette tra i denti
risparmiano i presenti
imagine, hear or dream
swords, daggers
sigh in the dark, forgive
a palm blow

Cold Drink Feel In Shoulder

incredibile da un tg

I am, incidentally, to see a newscast on television. Do you believe if I tell you that I do not recall the service. Certainly misery, there are many. The service ends with the speaker who utters a sentence. The phrase spin around in my head rests, he immediately thickness lends itself to dialogue, writing, a blog. I can not resist to give it away. I wonder about those who never can be the journalist that the poet has placed first and then pronounced, but it's not really important. I reason to myself that does not often happen that a sentence erga in any way in the flatness of the depressing news. Maybe they have stolen from somewhere. The phrase is beautiful and if everyone can decline as they wish. I'm sure. Here it is. If you think we are talking about a national Tigga the evening ...

... And time continues to cry.

emmevù