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collapses Abruzzo, Italy totters. The evening of the arsonist


As everybody knows, these days the Abruzzo region was hit by one of the largest earthquakes ever recorded in our country.

All who try to do everything possible to help these poor people, many politicians are crying and trying to soar in the large audience of the G8, trying to forget the grave crisis we are experiencing.

Journalists boast and show off the public record of the share earned a Reality Show on the poor displaced people, what it wanted in the most bizarre and spectacular on the news services, the rescue of the dog remained under the debris of the bell which was cracked 800 -.- "

Personally, I see this grave tragedy as a ploy of public information about the real problems we are suffering.

no coincidence that the first quake, the most powerful, have been reported to the public every registered any shock, as if there were ever stasis. But daiii!

Just like when two Romanians have raped a woman, every day there is a new rape.

And the financial crisis? And the scum that we have the government that will dictate our future? And all those suffering in the world?

Who lends us a bit of attention?

Excuse me, but I could not hear every day on the news of this poor Abruzzo.

Greetings and discuss, have your say.

Ahab

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Eliseo Oberti, born in Bergamo in 1962, since the years of adolescence and motorcycle hitch covers almost all of Europe to Egypt. He travels and does a hundred dives diving in the Red Sea and the Caribbean, the Indian Ocean between the Maldives and the Seychelles and the Pacific Islands of Fiji away from the Barrier Reef to French Polynesia. Experience the adventure in the sky in free fall parachuting and paragliding, and the raging waters with canyoning and rafting. His personal life choices led him soon falling for the long journey, a dimension from which you will never go back. After spending six months in England in 1993 resumed the journey in 1999 with a six-month tour that touches on New Zealand, Fiji and Australia. From that experience has led her first book The move at the right time (2001), a travelogue through a complicated love story. In 2002 he sold all his possessions and left for the trip in two years told VagaMondo (2008), that takes him from Alaska to Tierra del Fuego to reach the South-East Asia. It 's the long tale of geographical exploration and cultural but also sensuous, born from the meetings, from the looks, the seductions of a second. In 2007, sailed from Panama with a catamaran to get to the Galapagos Islands and the Marquesas Islands, Tahiti with up to a trip in the middle of the Pacific that has lasted four months. Boasting the most diverse professions and different interests, it remains in essence a traveler, a "tramp" belonging to a family of souls so loved by writers such as Hermann Hesse and Bruce Chatwin, a human being by the nomadic spirit too often forced to live sedentary. Until next trip. (Which has already begun: see http://gentlemangipsy.blogspot.com/ )

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THIS IS AN ARTIST WHO gained fame '...
RELAX IN FRONT OF HIM A BRIGHT FUTURE.
.. YET EVERYTHING 'NOT
flattered him ... I feel more could be done'.
FEEL THAT SO FAR HAS NEVER REALLY GAVE ITSELF
THAT HAS SO FAR ONLY AS PAINTED
SPEAKING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE.
NOW DO NOT take it anymore '.
NOW, JUST NOW FEEL THAT 'MAKING OF AN ARTIST
AN ARTIST: THE POWER OF SHOW ONLY HIS
INNER WORLD THAT BEFORE HE IS NOT' THAT NEVER WAS
And after him, will not be ' NO MORE '.
THIS 'WHAT' HE WANTS:
WANT TO BECOME YOURSELF ...
LONG 'has not removed all traces of
ESTRAN' SO LONG 'IS NOT' Obtaining
all necessary means to express and,
THE END IS NOT 'GOT MORE THAN
ARTIST HIMSELF ... "

Hermann Bahr on Gustav Klimt (1862 -1918) __________________________________________


NOT "SO" But painting PAINTING.
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fill the void left by those who "knew"
DO NOT BUT THIS IS MORE '
THIS JOB AND
' DEDICATED TO ALL THEM WHY
'
MAY SOON RETURN TO HOME


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waiting to resume the journey I path to other paths without a clear goal. The journey into my creativity has become so the wandering tramp who enjoys the journey trying not to think too much anxiety about the future.
The fear of not being equal, the one judged by others and the consensus was "almost" outdated enough to be able to accept also the stages less "beautiful" and simply propose as part of my inner journey and art of these years. Why propose a work of art only as aesthetically appealing to be more easily appreciated? It 's a question that makes sense when behind the alleged "non-beauty" there are meanings and values \u200b\u200bto be discovered. A photographer friend once told me "I'm not always that my photos are too good because the observer is likely to stop at their beauty without understanding the deeper meaning."
The artist who wants to live in me that yearns for beauty and learn to accept the limits of his own humanity as a heritage to offer to others.
Sometimes creativity goes out for a long time. Sometimes up again. Everyday life does not always favor the creative and artistic expression that, fortunately for us, is a deep need of the soul independent of the technical skills that can be acquired instead. I love the creativity when, after long periods of drought, "timidly back to bite, and claim it exists regardless of my powers of expression, so I take the brush and start without having the slightest idea what will come out of my hands.
Someone calls "mental paint" and I believe the creative desire is the primordial state, a stream of unconsciousness, the same one that makes me start to write poems or songs without knowing a priori what will be the end result and its meaning.
Often what we write or paint remains in the drawer. A kind of modesty prevents us from bringing to light what we have done, as if it were an act of presumption and pride. I rather think that if we do not, we lack that bit of self-esteem more that can propose to the other and to share what we love to do. The others may accept or reject, encourage or turn off our enthusiasm but that's part of the game.
Years ago I read a book that taught me to discover and develop their creative and gave some suggestions on how to listen and nurture the artist in us. In that book there is a sentence that I always ahead of me when I paint:

energy of the universe, I take care of the quantity, quality you occupied

So I set to work and, whatever may be the result and in whatever way is considered by me or by others, know that I enjoy.
I've always found it difficult to separate from my paintings. In the act of gift or sell them to feel a part of me that will never return. By the time I realized that the energy has to move and also want to have painted an independent life, like any child eager to start walking alone in the world. There is a price to everything. If nothing else they leave the nest allows me to buy other colors to continue to put on the white canvas that comes from inside me and claim his place on this planet.