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Concert Festival in September Fiorella Mannoia

for those who are in the area you point out a free concert not to be missed!

26 September 2009

Montagnana (PD) - Piazza Vittorio Emanuele II
Hours: 21:00
free concert

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September ...
the month when I was born
always new and full of surprises and shoot ...
to work but with a new energy charged
to kick off new projects

new hopes new dreams ...

is also the month of the Festival of Culture
an appointment to which are attached ...

Festival Literature - Mantua, 13 September

I heard the poet Maura del Serra Arce in the Hall of the Palazzo Ducale. Interestingly her latest collection "The work of the wind." What struck me in particular this "Ode to the Wind":

Caress of energy that envelops the sky to earth
with strings of elements dissolved in dance, you do
air and water entry keypad
fantastic chills, tree darker
a juggler fearless, eloquent glory
we tend, live, to death and the dead seasons
intangible overs emphasis;
Anemos, you are see the soul of the world,
and turned us into your current scatter;
tremble in childhood sealed it as green, blue
in febrile young, close your eyes
the conscious memory
extreme, and between the walls of the dunes
thirst awakens the deaf warbling of a nomadic aviary.

Philosophy Festival - Carpi, September 18

h. 22:00, readings and musical Vinicio Capossela

I love the singers in the texts of which are interwoven with music and text references to poetry, and literature. The song then becomes a esto up to search the origin, history texts ... never dull, to be studied and that enriching on many levels. In Carpi
a beautiful late summer, a piazza Garibaldi overflowing with young and old, Vinicius spoke of Communities' (theme of festtival 2009) starting with the history of people of the province of a small one from which he comes ( born in Germany to parents of Irpinia, but grew up in Scandiano) and called "The Spoon River of the Living." These stories remind me of Bruce Sprengsteen songs that tell stories of people of the province and country without sperdutie that his songs would fall into oblivion. He sang songs incorporating stories of two books in particular "Tales of Ohio" by Sherwood Anderson and "Milk Wood" by Dylan Thomas.
Hearing these songs full of poetic references, I have come to mind other talented songwriters that included literary references in their songs ...
Venditti with his "this unbearable lightness of being" the title of a famous scirtto by Milan Kundera, De Andrè "not the money, not to heaven or" where the player recalls Jones dell'Antologia Spoon River or Roberto Vecchioni "love letters" that incorporates "Todas as cartas de amor" by Alvaro de Campos, Fernando Pessoa's alter ego.
these texts open up a pit full of history, of lives and culture, like a sculpture that comes to light, gradually removing the dust from the marble to rediscover the vitality and meaning.

vNIC Bravo!

Festival of Philosophy - Modena, September 19

creativity

distributors of words ...!

I attended the conference of Carlo Galli and Roberto Esposito, but in my opinion are boring and limited to proposing a sterile technique and lesson University. I believe that when a philosopher aims at a festival, should be aware that (and here I speak mainly of Gauls) to talk to people (most of which is not part of the employees) must have charisma and you need to leave home the arrogance of the learned philosopher who isolates himself from his peers.
my respect goes to who knows how to disseminate knowledge and not to those who use it to show off. The festival is disclosure lesson!

Philosophy Festival - Modena, September 20

thought

Unfortunately I could only hear part of the conference on Nostalgia for "Avishai Margalit:
remember a sentence on Nostalgia ... nostalgia is the desire to transform a person or thing in a sense of belonging, of feeling.

Obviously I could not miss the lecture by Umberto Galimberti "Erotica"
hour before I arrived at the Piazza Grande and I struggled to find a place on your feet!
follow him for several years and never boring. His words teach me something new. this took over parts of his lecture held in Verona this spring that "Fantasia" held at the Gran Guardia.
the speech was built on the skeleton of the narrative of Plato's Symposium:

- eros is none other than the mediator between our unconscious (our crazy part) and our rational side. if you want to talk about love you must deploy the rgione (which is the place of the self, individualism).
we fall in love with the reflection of our crazy part that is reflected from the other person, that makes us know and get in touch with our crazy part:
EROTICA is just that, self-knowledge because of the other. For this to happen we must have confidence in the lobby (this came the shame). with each other we must let go, we must give the reason, taking leave from the ego, because of the other we have the ability to leave and return to our IO. Then
Jung recalls, however, saying that not all ports are open.

- fans are saying what is not to say, resco, the discourse of love because it fails to start rational, fact fans have a dark and enigmatic language. language is a small part of love, because then intrviene the language not of words but of the body:
with sensuality, sexuality reassembled the unit, is the memory of this old unit.
then we get ourselves through eroticism.

- Galimberti said then that the teaching of the things you love women, because woman while the man is a duality.
duality because the woman is a relationship, self and other. man is more focused on themselves and on their IO QDI. 2 because the woman is also begets life.
kidding Galimberti ch says a woman is defined through relations (love, amiglia, friendship, solidarity), while the man realizes and establish a relationship :-)

- in the Symposium Plato says that love is the son of Penia, which is the absence, the absence of the other . There is more distance between desire and satisfaction, most born Psyche. feeds on the psyche eros, and eros of lack. if space is cre abolishes qsto a vacuum of Psyche:
glaring example of the children who give themselves too many ... too many gifts gifts kill desire and everything is discounted, the same thing happens in the easy sex of young people today that do everything at once, are addicted to sex and they do not know what desire is.
but the desire is the spring of life, otherwise lie with the boredom and the community would be an apathetic community, without stimulation and creative vitality.

- love stories have a sense of time qualified. When they finish, taking Socrates is accomplished MAIEUSIS:
QDO we enter a story and we go out, I will go out with another, we are not ourselves, we have generated. Every story we are born anew.

- then concludes by saying that individualism is prevalent today is the perversion of the report:
the person, as the Greeks said, is a relationship, you see, hear, help and love others that are in front of me; while today the majority does not trust and do not even trust you with friends or relatives. without friends and family do not know themselves and can not be happy. Perhaps that is why many in the world today are depressed, living a private life and little public Toppo, not for socializing, to the report. we do not live close in on ourselves and we do not grow.
report ... life is as Aristotle said:
man is a social animal! so we have to leave us and trust in others.

this was really a lecture, was the lesson of a man who spread knowledge of current events and anchored to reality, giving us an education and a possible way to face life.

during the day I met a person who is approaching a new profession, he sees philosophy as a tool to help people: the
FOLOSOFIA PRACTICE and I think the lesson Galimberti it is a useful example!

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protect

Everywhere protect the sensibilities of every heart ...

nothing more sweet, tender, pure and exciting.

protect the hugs,

unique fusion of expressive ability than any other gesture.

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Wherever He or she

He or she who becomes a slave of habit,

repeating every day the same itineraries,

who does not change the brand,

who does not risk and change the color of the clothes,

does not talk to those who do not knows.

He or she who shuns passion,

who prefers black on white and

dot the "i" rather than a set of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes sparkle,

that turn a yawn a smile,

those that make the heart beat before
error and feelings.

Slowly dies who does not overthrow the table

who is unhappy at work,

who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,

to chase a dream, who

not allow, at least once in their lives, die
sensible advice.

He or she who does not travel,

does not read,

who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself.

Dies slowly he who destroys self-esteem, who does not accept help;

who passes his days complaining of his bad luck or

the incessant rain.

Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it,

who does not ask questions on subjects he does not know

who does not answer when asked about something he knows.

We avoid death in small doses,

reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater

the simple act of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead to the achievement of

a wonderful happiness.

(P. Neruda - M. Medeiros)

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Death is not anything on the road to Santiago

"You are like autumn leaves on the trees ... "

today and the wind was blowing very strong.

I want to remember a loved one is gone now,

want his memory live in this blog,

for what it's worth.

I want to remember with this music.

That light envelop you peace and serenity.

I am convinced that there will meet those we loved and who loved us.

See you in heaven.

*

If you love me do not cry!

If you knew the immense mystery of the sky where I now live,

if you could see and hear what I see and feel

in these endless horizons,

and in this light that all invest and penetrates

You will not cry if you love me.

Here is now absorbed by the enchantment of God,

from its expressions of infinite goodness and reflections of his boundless beauty.

The things of the past are so small and fuggevolial comparison.

I left my affection for you:

a tenderness that I have ever known.

I am happy to have met you in time,

although then it was all so fleeting and limited.

Now the love that binds me deeply to you,

is pure joy and no evening.

While I live in the serene and exciting waiting for your arrival among us,

you think of me like that!

In your battles,

in your moments of despair and loneliness,

think of this wonderful home,

where there is no death,

where we quench together

transport more intensely in the inexhaustible source of love and happiness.

Weep no more,

if you really love me!

Father G. Perico

*

Death is nothing.

are just past the other side:

is as if I were hiding in the next room.

I am I and you are you.

What were the first for each other we still are.

Call me with the name I've ever given, that you are familiar;

tell me in the easy way you always used.

not change the tone of voice, no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Continue to laugh at what made us laugh,

of those little things so that we enjoyed together.

Pray, smile, think of me!

My name is always the household word before:

be spoken without the slightest trace of shadow and sadness.

Our life and retains the meaning it has always been:

is the same as before, there is a continuity that does not break.

Why should I be out of your mind and your thoughts,

because I am out of sight?

are not far away, on the other side are just around the corner.

assured, all is well.

find my heart, they find the tenderness purified.

Wipe your tears and do not cry, if you love me:

your smile is my peace.

Augustine