Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Cramps Spironolactone
soul is a great big sea
so vast and deep all-embracing thousands
thousands of bodies buried beneath the waves
and there
forgotten there
becoming new beings
regenerated new
reborn from prehistory
perpetuating cycle the life and memory
The bodies keep the sea beneath the waves
more souls one at a single melting
blue
go to the heavens and stars are the eyes
night
Here
dreams of earthly humanity divine sea accompanies the song.
"Khobras"
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list of the authors of the poems read in the gala evening - in alphabetical order
Amoruso Maria Assunta
Avico
Avico Marco Gottardo
Barbacini Mitzi
Beauty Maurizio Bonanno
Giulio
Bonnanzio Anna
Brama Paul
Bruschini Franca
Ferraina Anna Isabella Fumagalli
Duilio
Gatta
Rita Gentile Lorena Gentile
Giorgi Maria Lidia
Gombini Joseph Iodice
Lenzi Luisa Giuliana
Manganiello Alberto
Micceri Giuseppina Mazza Luca
Monteferri Marisa
Montefiore
Pellati Sergio Antonio Quaglia
Gina Rossi
Pierpaolo Serra Mario
Spallotta Leila
Monday, September 14, 2009
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Play the song of the sea
or perhaps the wind that breaks the wave to the northwest
goes the lament of broken promises
modulates the crying of the lost route
anchor
dissolved into the blue abyss ...
"Mitzi Barbacini"
Random Numbness In Your Face
The setting sun
embroiders golden reflections on the calm sea in July. You and I
close to a shoe
captivated by an ancient rite:
prepare the network
fishermen,
crush crabs caught in the mesh
experts predict!
... And we
to harvest their sea stories. Dashes
rosy horizon,
it's time to cast their nets ....
Ashore two of us to fish
pearls in the bottom of my heart.
"Anna Bonnanzio"
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Dr Georges White Spots Gums
Silence
I think for me that is like finding a corner of the world
lost and lonely.
Language
sea in a bay,
ray of light in a dark night.
not hear subtle noises,
or chills, I fear, I hear only
, undaunted
silence of nature.
"Giuseppina Mazza"
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will show you the places where they rest
glorious soldiers
where ships legendary
led them to conquer distant lands.
will show you where the tracks are submerged
of Atlantis,
to revive the city
asleep between my waves.
I will not be violent but always generous,
hear the sound of your guitar and singing out of tune
the warmth of the bonfire.
hear my scent of salt, while
shake the earth in a big hug, because I am
the sea.
"Leila Spallotta"
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Imprisoned
sounds of sea ice from the Arctic night darkens Nordic
:
are songs of elves, mermaids and trolls playing
on the seabed.
Further south, the Antarctic sea salt
spits fire on the ground, lapping
new penguin cove,
crack
vital impulses in its millennial transformation.
Skip to latitudes and meridians
Virtual Earth
the incessant movement of the sea:
vocal sounds emitted by the water,
by a sense of almost infinite.
It 's a song without truce:
unspoken lie gets you where the secrets of time and life.
"Marisa Monteferri"
Matsui Dvd Sound Problems
I: Mitzi Barbacini - Talassomelodia
II: Anna Bonnanzio - Ancient Rite
III: Giuseppina Mazza - Silence
IV: Leila Spallotta - The city buried
V: Marisa Monteferri - Sonora sea
Reasons:
Poetry " Talassomelodia " in competition at the Venus Award Lavinia 2009, offers the image of the anchor water that becomes part of the game, when the crack in order to consider the possible cancellation, the melting of any defense, any loss of course: just the anchor, subject dell'anastrofe, moves in harmony with the sea, it transposes the melody hears the sound that makes sense, and embrace the proposal of the effusion. In this sense it can be read on a deeper level, unconscious meanings, such as that inherent in the most intimate sphere, the "swaying aquatic" * . Therefore the poem unfolds easily, since the text is to balance the capacity for synthesis, essential and evocative musicality of the sounds together and symbolic equivalents.
Award Justification of "Old Rite"
Verses shelled with the immediacy that goes to the heart, enjoy the short, or that of formal control that shrinks the surplus, who is afraid to plot, to articulate in complex structures that is simple, gift, pulsation of the soul, and therefore have an appreciation of the beauty even in the transience of experience, along with fishermen by the sea.
In the here and now "of lovers lying next to a shoe, while the sailors venture dawn, it provides the vital spark, the ancient rite, the sense of existence which is love. Andrea Joseph Graziano