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The girl with the hair dryer

's all day long I think about how to represent an image with the World Day of children's rights - so 'fashionable hours on social networks - and not wanting to use the familiar images of malnourished children greenhouse harassed abused, I realized that in my mind the word child was associated with the flash of a hair dryer . A common object
insignificant everyday, which is not 'food toys medicine, but concerns dignity 'of the individual, his personal care to feel good at ease with himself and with others. Since
'happens in 2010 in the middle of the global economic crisis that a family composed of a single mother with three minor children, temporary workers to 500 euro per month, the current is interrupted as insolvent to pay.
It happens that a girl of five years you can not wash your head 'cause the winter you can not leave your hair dry in the heat of the sun, we know that small things are delicate and frail, to take care of protecting protect. This
'means without looking too far to third world countries, close to us - the next door - a child suffering through no fault except being born into a poor family.
Then turn on the television, and I see those shows amoral - much more 'of the Merry Wives of a prime minister - where children dressed up as monkeys sing dance read and saucer for an adult audience that nowadays' not Another dream that his daughter and son footballer tissue.
afternoon or attend a talk show in which parent-famous - have risen to fame for careers not by some mothers - they improvise the educational and pedagogical propinano good advice since it can no longer 'giving bad example, sweetening honeyed phrases about their spoiled brats brought up by drugs and baby sitter.
And the little girl with the hair dryer turned on those who first looked at her peers and families of the mill white, off in a black out from the lunar eclipse.
simply no longer exists' - becomes invisible.
And he understands that it 's never been a child, but puppet of the television, the market and consumption.
Cosi 'grow up thinking - I grow up I want to make the tissue paper - because' so 'I'll' always on not only the hairdryer, but also a hairdresser every day. Not like my mother does the cleaning and the dead eyes like my hair dryer.
And the little girl remains suspended - pending return the light and make it more visible.
But of one thing and 'some will not believe' more 'to tell the tales before bed, now it' s grown up and knows that ogres are not those of fairy tales, but those that shut down the light to the children.

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NETROCK How does the text

The script of the play was born this way 'by accident, read a note on Facebook that I was struck by their intensity' drama 'ability' to move, to break the banks of the customs and styles Write to overflow in a fluid of perceptions and feelings that were going to spray the shores of a mysterious smell unconscious until a budding awareness of recognition - 'cause and those who do not 'ever fallen in love on the Internet?
Netrock not 'just the story of a love that becomes so real to virtual alter the course of the story of a man - and the world revolves around him, and' the story of the metamorphosis of a generation - the people of the Rock - and a country in its urban and suburban Italian architecture.
Netrock and 'a score of well known hard and poignant at the same time, an increase in tension of emotion that accompanies, electric acoustic sound vibration, the crash of the guitar on stage at the concert. The Love Song of a Red Rocker for his child, that leads almost to the brink of madness, a journey seemingly without returning to a place that does not exist '.
Netrock and 'the diary of an Italy sixties, seventies, times and today's youth the rhythm of life and memories, childhood gangs bars the band's friends loves the age 'adults, successes failures, happiness' and unhappiness'. The advent of virtual communication, discovering new dimensions of relationships, which leads to entropy sentimental. And from
fleeting passage of a trail of words on the monitor can 'turn on - or off - a world.
Cosi 'come - Hello I love how you write - and it' created a comedy.

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NETROCK Prologue

- HELLO, YOU KNOW HOW IT WORKS 'this thing? -
Your sweet little face and a little 'sulky had appeared in videos ... And I do not remember
What I said exactly, but I know that
days you dawned
asked me something and then ... escape ...
You were also a bit 'rude
Much of the time that I told myself: "OK I understand, another who believes it to be interesting. Too bad I hate it are those who make it ... And who he sought? ... But look a little 'girl is ... "
But then every day you showed interest and tenderness
And I realized that you were the first was like a child who does not want to
understand that what he is trying, with speaker and do not yet know, the emotion
And then at times it tries to hide
as saying to the other: I give a damn to me than you! Much to
girl and very feminine
And I started,
when you were sweet and quiet, then

appreciate talking to you
There was still nothing
Another sweet friend of my space ...
But something that was so long ago, so quiet and mild

slowly surfaced from the memories ... It reminded me somehow
years that I loved so much, she reminded me
but you were different ...

But I would not go beyond the few moments when I thought this
I used to work the hips, I know now, and your shots were
caresses, caresses
I would then

wounded more than a series of punches in at a ring ...
I knew it, I felt some kind of premonition
And I said to myself: Be careful, do not allow even the old stupid heart
There is no room
and you know that your life is a minimum balance, you are at war
all my life
and now after years and years
a minimum shelter you you've got it ... He
good and shut up, fool of a soldier
But a bit 'of kindness and a bit' of affection you can give them to him, she is cute
with you ...
I told myself that and sometimes I did not know what she would become
...
And one day, that morning,
happened was that we were still wide open windows Abyss,
skipped the bolts that in ancient times I'd post you
And this was the cause of pain and madness of a dark
woman who told me his stories of dawn ... Connie ... that I will never know how
managed to bring my brain almost to madness.
Or maybe other problems too, or write
for a job then to be delivered
or something else that I did not understand
that morning led me to find myself
with the blade above the solar plexus
be concluded and I had just begun to sink

cut and the blood already smeared my hands on the monitor when
,
to my forgetfulness on,
his little face appeared with a trill
- are you there? ... HEY ARE HERE! - Wrote, and she was the daughter
red and jumped off my concentration gloomy
and I turned my eyes instinctively towards that trill ... And it was made

now I come back from seppuku! And now I was shaking, and I saw the blood, for as we realize

normally and not as a stream that flows into a dream-like logic of death, the fever of the end of last

It saved my life by chance And I wrote
Angelo then Atheist And there

for her after a few seconds I spoke
as I would not have believed before I was able ... smearing of red across the keyboard ...
She told me many times, many still in the days and months in succession
He said his love for me
she knew to be sure,
and breaks down barriers with the grace of a deer ... What strength had ...
and convinced me that true love was for me too ... And I speak, I speak of our daughter, choosing the name
with the certainty that only those who are mad to love, only two
mad for love as we were

may have ... And I do not know why it happened that fate has made me
this bad joke now find myself very much worse

before the day of the failed suicide ...
and understand that you were just silly, but I
I began to love just because you were
... as am I,
simple
And why not? ... a bit 'stupid ...

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SKY DREAMS high profile Casalecchio

I received an invitation that I want to share, from 8 to 30 November, the House of Peace The Filanda (Via Canonici Rhenish 8), Casalecchio, showcases the works of Eugenio Barbieri.

The Peace House will be open for the occasion, from Monday to Friday from 16 to 19 hours and on Saturdays from 10 to 12.

recommend everyone to visit as I have already had occasion to see some paintings and I have to admit that they are really beautiful and exciting.