Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Which Hole In Ear Is For Gay

Suburban SUBURBAN 2010!

SUBURBS FESTIVAL EDITION VI 20-24 July 2010
Camping Policy - Projections and debate - Concerts
c / from San Michele in Mullet, Statte 48 SP - 1 KM Crispiano

PROGRAM:

Tuesday, 20
Hours 17:00 Presentation of the Festival Suburban

21:00 pm Documentary Screening: "Oppressed Peoples: Movements, Lotte and anti-capitalism from below"


23:00 pm concerts

Percussion Taranto
DJ Fonzie (Funk)
Robert8 (Funky / Hip Hop from Taranto)
HACC (Hip-Hop from Taranto)




Wednesday 21
19:00 pm Photo Exhibition and Documentary Screening:

GENOA. SOME REFLECTIONS ON REPRESSION FROM 2001 TO PRESENT


23:00 pm Concerts:
Presentation of the compilation dedicated to David Caesar
" Resist 2. RAP Militant bottom-

El Pueblo: Shaman & Viviana (Hip-Hop from Taranto)
Dj Malatesta & Drowning Dog (Hip-Hop from California)
GenteStranaPosse (Hip-Hop from Palermo)
GFK (Hip-Hop from Taranto )
Leleprox (Drun 'n Bass)
Maple (Hip-Hop from Milan)
Cuba Cabbal (Hip-Hop from Pescara)



Thursday 22
At 18:00 projection photographic work: SMOKING CITY by Manolo
Photo Exhibition and Documentary Screening:

memory traces

WORK COMMITTEES OF THE DISTRICT OF THEIR BIRTH TO PRESENT
23:00 pm Concerts :
THE ORIGINS OF ITALIAN Reggae:

Treble Professor Lu
Gopher
DjWar
PapaRicky
LuRudy (Reggae from Salento)
Hunza Originalsalentostyle / (Reggae from Salento)
Oronzo B (Reggae from Salento)




Friday 23

18:30 pm Documentary Screening and Photo Exhibition :
My: women's bodies "

20:00 pm Projection collective self-produced by Homosexual Dinners Taranto



23:00 pm Concerts:
Moyenei (Hip Hop / Reggae / Soul of the Chile-Mexico) Manik B (Reggae / Dub / Hip Hop Mexico)
Blood N'Roots (Roots / Dub by Paul VI)
Dreadblock Hi-Fight (Reggae / Roots / Dub from Taranto)
SFK (Hip-Hop from Palagiano)


Saturday 24
19:00 pm Final Assembly

" COMMON HERITAGE: MANAGEMENT and self-organization"

23:00 pm Concerts :
Zuingoyouth Lele MC FEAT Fido Guido (Reggae by Paul VI)
Bimboombam (Reggae by Poalo VI)
IPVI (Electro Hip-Hop by Paul VI)
Strawmc (Hip-Hop by Paul VI)
Wicked Selecta (Reggae by Paul VI)
Zire (hip-hop by Paul VI)
Bleedz & Joseph from TarantoMassiveRecords (Hip-Hop from Taranto)
Big Nose (Hip-Hop from Taranto)






FOR THE DURATION OF THE CAMP UNDER BREAKFAST, LUNCH AND DINNER.



Info: suburbanafestival.blogspot.com courses and camping reservations: @ comitato.di.quartiere email.it tel: 392 8613690

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Chivas Brothers Royal Salute Bottle

Romulus, MI E 'HAS CANCER

No ... I have no brain metastases, at least not yet!
E ', after that I came to the cancer, I took the reins of my life. Before working as a moron na
up to nine di sera.
Mai tempo per fare nulla.
Troppo immersa in un mondo fatto di casini e negatività1
Dopo avere toccato il fondo, quando si risale (e, quasi sempre si risale!) ci si guarda intorno e si cerca di concentrarsi sulle cose veramente importanti che ci circondano!
Dopo la fase delle bestemmie è arrivata quella delle Avemarie, dopo quella dell’incazzatura con tutti, la fase dell’abbraccio del bacio e del TIVOGLIOBENE!
Quanti baci non ho dato!
Ma adesso voglio recuperare, soprattutto con mio Padre, col quale ho fatto la guerra per tutta la vita.
Ha 90 anni, è uno dei pochi reduci della Russia…
Pensa troppo spesso che solo il denaro sia veramente importante!
Ma come dargli torto, con la vita di sudato lavoro (47 anni in cartiera) che ha fatto?
E’ vero, Lui e mia Mamma erano come cane e gatto e troppo spesso la mia adorata Mamma mi ha messo in mezzo ed io, ovviamente, sono sempre stata dalla sua parte!
Ma ora..basta, con la guerra!
Mettete dei fiori nei vostri cannoni!
Io l’ho fatto e non sono mai stata meglio!
E, tra il Centro Terapia del Dolore, i farmaci, la melatonina, il magnesio, i miei gatti, la mia famiglia, il mio adorato GIGGINO, le mie amiche ed i miei amici (basta seminare e poi si raccoglie) posso veramente dire: “MENOMALE CHE MI E’ VENUTO IL CANCRO!”
E basta pippe sul senso della vita!
Ma chissenefrega!
E basta con la domanda “Ma perché proprio a me?”
“E perché no?”, mi sono detta un giorno! (è una comune domanda che ci si pone, quando da un giorno all’altro, si passa dalla parte dei malati!)
Lo so, non ho fatto niente di male.
Ma i bimbi in oncoematologia pediatrica, forse hanno qualche colpa?
Se io sono SFIGATA, loro ed i loro genitori cosa sono?
Basta frignare!
Se lo faccio ( e lo fò, lo fò) adesso cerco di farlo da sola.
Un bel pianto liberatorio e poi via!
Verso nuove e meravigliose avventure!


Ps: se non mi fosse venuto il CANCRO, non avrei ripreso in mano i colori.
And now I have a lot of projects.
Hoping to go to the port is free!
And while I enjoy the disability pension ia!
And you think that ass by a free film, exhibits and parking in the pool position in a hundred cities!
Do not be envious! You have to have a hole
cm, 8x 3.5 x4 sacrum!
Me I am sweating that hole!
The finer things in life, not to be free! Hello

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Alcoholism Wrist Pain

IVAN





I want to write to you, dear, sweet Ivan.
And I do not know where to start.
So I start from the beginning, since, on the terrace of Montereggio I was enchanted look at you, and I shamelessly said: "How beautiful you are." Citro
I was immediately criticized by saying that I gave you another reason to tirartela!
But it was certainly not so!
You've always been a simple person, with the hand. Only
that from that day has created a special bond between us!
There were many years between us, as well as a husband (my) and a company (your).
But my sincerity in my reveal a predilection toward you, a kind of "passion" nonsensical, brought us closer as a brother to a sister.
And you've always been generous with compliments to me, from what was noble knight!
And we've always relied on Citro, Cree and me, love all your troubles, which have been so many!
Thou hast loved much, and you were very loved!
You were an almost fixed in that of Montereggio, especially in summer, Bozzo to where we would swim in cold waters, and in the square when we told our ups and downs and your great collection of mushrooms!
How do you like to go for mushrooms!
And you promised me we would have accompanied you in secret places, to avoid the shame of being dry mouth as often happened to me and Giggino.
You knew all the right places, and with Paul, your beloved father, who left early in the morning and disappeared into the woods of chestnut!
Ricordo una sera che ci hai invitato a casa tua e ci hai fatto vedere il “bottino” steso su varie reti ad asciugare!
Che invidia, al confronto dei tre funghi in avanzato stato di decomposizione, che avevamo trovato Giggino ed io, dopo avere girovagato come disperati in luoghi dove a fatica si avventurano i cinghiali!
E poi è successo che, quasi in contemporanea, ci siamo ammalati tutti e due….
Tu all’intestino…
Io al sangue…
E le nostre conversazioni hanno preso una piega diversa, una piega strana…..
Io, all’inizio ero incazzata, frastornata e disperata, anche perché avevo appena perso mio fratello.
E tu, così giovane e con un
baby baby ... I had taken such a desperate ..
Until I saw you .... after the first terrible surgery following which, as a story, you were in a sense, "marinated" the gut!
However ... despite all that had passed ....
Even at such a tragic, had found a source to draw from and, together with love for your son and your wonderful big family, you claimed to the last breath: LOVE.
you're in love and then you fell in love again. And even if you
riammalato, you've been in love with life and a sweet and beautiful girl, until the last breath!
My "Sweet Zory," as he liked to call you, you went to get up in Bulgaria, among other consideration, and that gave you all of herself.
The last time we met, you knew confronted with a new surgery and new radio and chemo again.
"The others who were with me are all dead," you told me!
But You had a strength, a love of life and a courage that, by make me feel a real Merdin!
I've never seen discouraged and if you were not sure you gave him a look!
And the news on your state of health I learned from mutual friends, from Facebook on which you did occasionally peek, if only to reassure us.
On May 31, after a long silence, he wrote: "Hello everyone ...... I had a month to go crazy screaming ...... say ...... the continuous care .... but it is hard ..... I can not even write fatigue .... greetings to all. "
And then I started to get ready .... I think we did it all.
Surely someone has prayed for you.
I have not been able to.
And then came the news!
You went away Saturday night, I think.
Your dear mother, Virgilia, told me that it was time to let go!
Medicine, along with your tenacity and love of those around you, you have got five long years.
Your "Sweet Zory "can not find peace and your father Paul is very angry with the Almighty!
And how he's wrong?
Your place, at 37, was being sprawled on a beach playing with your child!
O cruise with children, "as you wanted so much lately!
But someone or something has ordered differently!
In any case, you really never die!
Too many people you're always in my heart!
I take care as I can, your" Sweet Zory, a fragile creature who had the good fortune to be loved by you!
But who is to carry on his shoulders a burden too heavy for his young age!
You had promised not to die!
I always thought that I had lied.
But, looking back, you dear Ivan, you believed until the very end!
Why you should NEVER give up and always believe! This is the BIG
EREDIRA 'you left.
not to live, even though cancer patients, with the handbrake on!
must put them in life!
And this will always think that in the darkest hours, inevitably, I expected!
You, together with my brother Sergio, you've been two great examples of people who have suffered unspeakable pain, never lose hope and confidence in the future. Where
not get the medicine, we must reach us.
And the importance of our stay on this land, does not depend on the number of years that we are, but the intensity with which we live them!
Every day like the last one! Amando
until the last breath!
Thanks Ivan, that it existed!
E 'was an honor to know ya!
I love you FOREVER!

photo: Ivan happy with his "Sweet Zory"

Welcome Guest Letters

a wonderful holiday







The most wonderful vacation of my life !
Hotel Parco Smeraldo Terme, Maronti Beach 80070 Barano, Ischia, Italia.
Un posto splendido, tranquillo, accogliente dove si mangia benissimo con la piscina termale all’aperto a trentatré gradi, con vista mare che è a due passi.
Un posto per anziani, malati, bambini e giovani rampanti.
Fuori dal caos Ischitano e con l’autobus ogni venti minuti che ti porta ovunque (ultima corsa verso l’albergo a mezzanotte e dieci).
Pulito e collocato in mezzo al verde, con una vasca piena di ninfee, pesci e tartarughe ghiotte di formaggini che gli somministravo al mattino, dopo la ricca colazione, così come mi ha insegnato Matteo, uno splendido bimbo di tre anni, anche lui ospite insieme ai genitori ed ai nonni, dell’albergo.
La first night, to be honest, after a trip to my back a little tiring, when we entered the dining room, I was a little disappointed because there was a big buffet, set up in the middle of the room.
Oh well, I thought, at the bottom of my dinner buffets have always liked and, in Crete, we have always eaten well.
So I did two laps, noting with my great joy, that there was any bendidio: from raw vegetables than cooked, from savory buns to pizzas, from vegetables to fish with fried potatoes, etcetera etcetera etcetera.
Then he came up with the bow and the waiter asked me what I wanted and I told him: "sparkling mineral water, thanks!"
And he said: "And for dinner?"
Capers!
I opened the menu, and I discovered that this was just the appetizer!
So, one evening I could only get to the sweet!
Jumping the starter, of course!
And I discovered that swimming better than ever!
I decided to fall in water since I "broke" the sacrum I have not had the courage, I was afraid to slip and break at all.
To get in the spa pool (hot), there are steps with handrail, being positioned for people who, like me, have health problems.
and rose!
my weight in water was clear and, assisted the floating nature gave me (see photo), which is floated a pleasure!
and back did not feel even as the pain caused by the load it must support!
And the island is so beautiful!
Giggino was hiking in a natural magnificence and I sat in the sun, making many thermal baths.
Underneath was a wonderful wellness area with Zen music, massage firming massage showers and scented path! Na
wonder!
And the waiters, all smiling and friendly, as are most of the Neapolitans, they came to take me to drink by the pool where the beds are positioned.











E poi una barchetta ti portava dal mare nelle varie spiaggette o a Sant’angelo, un paesino che si può raggiungere anche a piedi!
Giggino ed io abbiamo trovato il posto dove ricaricarci reciprocamente: lui girava l’isola perché si stancava a stare al sole mentre io mi rosolavo come un pollo.
E la sera insieme andavamo a fare un giro a Ischia Porto o al Castello, ma siamo stati benissimo anche a dormire sulla spiaggia lulled by the noise of the sea!
you believe the doctor when I went for Haematology monthly checks, he told me I look ten years younger! After
vacation so na!
Or not?


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