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I light a cigarette.

I sit next to E. and together we raise our eyes to the MAXXI, the national art museum of the twenty-first century.

We bypassed for the architecture as two mice on vacation.

Contemporary art is a carousel.

We sat in front of a theater built by a South African artist, noted plastic wires and we were bombarded with "untitled".

In the evening, we are still sitting on a white wall designed by an architectural genius of the new XXI century.

Peace.

There is silence, but quiet at this time we are not lacking. Like when we come out to the terrace of the garden of oranges in February of the last millennium.

The morning was warm at that time, the orange trees laden with fruit, and the world quietly ran away, you cross that line noise that is created between a dead place and dedicated to the memory and the road that runs button noise of life.

observe the light coming from windows that spit not long before I was retained by the desire to jump. I

phone rings.

wait V. which should leave the show in minutes.

When she says, V. I speak calmly.

"I was stuck on the third floor gallery 5, have closed, you may come to rescue? "

answer yes.

we observe E. I smile to the happiness brought by the knowledge that soon all end up in a nice restaurant.

"V. is locked on the third floor gallery 5.

Informo E. with the professionalism of an FBI agent acting in some TV series from the late evening, in the meantime I got up, threw his cigarette, and picked up the coat of velvet.

E. raises an eyebrow, thin dark eyes and looks at me, his brain is recording the information. We look

. Both

we do not know how to take the news, that moment is unreal becomes real.

The hoax. We had only imagined just before "you'll see in the close."

We have repeated since we left home.

V. has a slowness of particular importance in certain types of exhibits to visit, you lose.

is no longer the only time of the joke.

We looked again and I'll take a deeper breath. E. understand that I was not kidding.

"What are you doing?" She asks with air still flaky.

"I'll hurry up and look for a guardian before we close in here, you say? "

E. that includes not kidding, that was not a game and the last look, burst out laughing.

A laugh that draws us into a series of harrowing images and grotesque.

trudge toward the door.

Between the two I got the part in diplomatic E. plays another role, reflected and occasionally whispered to me something that the world struggles to understand.

I discovered that, with a certain circle of people around a table can change and turn the talk about themselves as if they were nailed to a fixed axis.

An electron that orbits the nucleus.

thousand different directions, but always the same distance.

I've always loved the atoms.

I've always found it fascinating to think that something with a force so large as to make every part of me.

It 's a theory, maybe in five months someone will find another and the atoms go by the wayside in the archives of scientific bullshit.

I remember the days when I was asked to turn me from standing to that of "bridge".

I never managed from the top, I was just perfect picketing with your palms on the ground.

I tried again even now.

the first attempt my cat looked at me pity.

The second time I felt a certain shame.

the third finally see the world from a different perspective.

my atoms must have considered the idea of making fools of themselves.

This morning I had a meeting with the staff of a local tour operator who will call here ... um ... I think at the moment will remain anonymous.

know that my career as a freelance began.

Let's be clear a free-lance is a nice way to classify those who do not have a fixed salary, do not ever take a loan and will not be entitled to Social Security pension.

Sooner or later I'll be moving from this house by the sea to another in the midst of wolves.

not really a metaphor, if not we can speak of wolves of foxes.

That house has no phone line, internet included.

I am working to understand how to organize.

I need an internet connection, as for most of those who now live with some constraints. Let's face it, if they had notified me of the working calendar, half pigeon is always faster than the postal service but as Apparently the mail is faster.

I considered the idea of a USB stick and while the idea of making a connection in the new house. At some point I realized that for the connection it will take at least two or three months.

I came an attack of existential longing for Germany.

I'm going into one of Escher's works, one of those where we find ourselves in the midst of the infinite around and wonder how did we end them.

The difference is that I am the "why" I know him very well.

38 Weeks Pregnant And Green Bowels

"Theatre fashioned, the costumes of the great designers






Dal 5 novembre al 5 dicembre, il Museo Fondazione Roma presenta la mostra “Il teatro alla moda. Costume di scena. Grandi stilisti”, curata da Massimiliano Capella e realizzata sotto l’alto patronato del Presidente della Repubblica Italiana. L’esposizione riunisce cento costumi originali, accanto a bozzetti, figurini made during the famous theater, opera and dance from the big names in fashion.

The costumes by Gianni Versace, Roberto Capucci, Emanuel Ungaro, Fendi, Missoni, Giorgio Armani, Antonio Marras, Romeo Gigli, Alberta Ferretti, Valentino, Enrico Coveri are exhibited in the halls and, in many cases, combined with video documentaries that allow to admire them worn by stars and by the greatest performers of the show, during theater performances and, therefore, in the context for which they were born. The viewer may thus relive the greatest moments in the history of theater, opera and dance, and discover the quality of "Made in Italy" through clothing of extreme refinement. The fashion thus becomes the protagonist of the scene, as well as key to review shows and performances, which were the result of a harmonious blend of the arts, merged to create magical illusions.

no coincidence, the very title of the exhibition is copied from the text by Benedetto Marcello, the Theatre in the fashion of 1720, a treaty from the humorous tone that precedes the issue of contamination between the arts and the overcoming of segmentation between the different disciplines , typical of the twentieth century. In fact, in the nineteenth century the fashion scene appears in Worth, Poiret, but in 1924 with the costumes for Le Train Bleu Cocteau created by Coco Chanel Sergei Pavlovich Diaghilev's invitation that will create a real correspondence between the arts. In the wake of Chanel in the early eighties, the names of the major Italian designers will appear on billboards of the most prestigious opera companies and ballet: a few of their works will be exhibited in Rome, where you can admire a selection of theatrical costumes from the collections of Teatro alla Scala, Piccolo Teatro di Milano, the Teatro dell'Opera di Roma, Teatro Regio di Parma, the Teatro San Carlo di Napoli, National, Opera in Washington DC, as well as the house involved and the collections of actors and singers.

The route winds through eight exhibition sections, from the first, entitled "Fashion, theater and great performers," which traces the history of the theater since the eighties of the twentieth century, to the final, dedicated to passion for the theater Versace, under which they were created masterpieces, from the costumes for the ballet Josephlegende Richard Strauss (Teatro alla Scala, 1982), those for Don Pasquale by Gaetano Donizetti (1984), Strauss's Salome for Bob Wilson (Teatro alla Scala, 1987) and Doktor Faustus, presented with the same director two years later. Outstanding among the works of Gianni Versace, those made for Strauss's Capriccio (on stage in San Francisco, Opera House, and London, the Royal Opera House, 1990), the suit made for Dame Kiri Te Kanava interpreter of the Countess, whose multi-colored crystal embroidered with geometric motifs are inspired by the graphic of Sonia Delaunay.

A path, therefore, that opens with The Magic Flute Gigli, Missoni, the Lucia di Lammermoor, Salome and Capriccio for Versace, Armani of the fan tutte, the costumes created by Genny Katia Ricciarelli, by Capucci for Raina Kabaivanska, from Missoni to Luciano Pavarotti and Cecilia Gasdia for Fendi, and then go to discover the feel and taste of each designer: Fendi, for example, can be admired in one of eight sections, "The work in fur: fur costume with inserts, sleeves, cloaks, among which the pink fur coat powder color, created in 1984 and indossatoda Kabaivanska for Traviatadi Mauro Bolognini, Sferisterio of Macerata. The exhibition also features three of the sixty costumes created by Fendi for Bizet's Carmen, directed by Pier Luigi Pizzi (Arena di Verona, 1986).

follows the section in honor of "Missoni. From the mists of Scotland in the light of Africa, which has seven dei120 designed costumes for Donizetti's Lucia di Lammermoor, directed by Pizzi (Teatro alla Scala, 1983). Still, costumes with stripes, zig-zag and geometric primitives made to Africa by Missoni, Italy at 90.

Best known for his debut in 1986 on the stage of the Arena Verona, with its 500 meters of white taffeta, silver and ice, used for the twelve habits of the vestal virgins who marched to the tune of Casta Diva, Roberto Capucci lateatralità stood out for their creations have become an indispensable sign of the prima donnas of bel canto.

Since its debut in 1980 as a theatrical costume designer, Giorgio Armani best expresses your creative inspiration in the costumes created for the dance and the musical, costumes for Bernstein Dances of Neumeier, hopeless love for Tosca (2003) by Lucio Dalla and Above all, the spectacular bata de cola, the flamenco dress with strascicoindossato by Joaquin Cortes Joaquin Cortes in Show (2002), never before exhibited in Italy before.

The mystery and magic of Shakespeare's theater is a great source of inspiration for Antonio Marras, which in 2008 created the costumes on display for the Dream of a midsummer night, presented at the Piccolo Teatro of Milan, directed by Luca Ronconi and Margherita Palli scenes.

Still, the seventh section, entitled "Made in Italy becomes a theater," shows how, since the mid-nineties, some designers have demonstrated some of their art masterpieces: Romeo Gigli in 1995 designed the costumes for Die Mozart's Zauberflöte at the Teatro Regio di Parma, displayed in this section; Alberta Ferretti designs for Bizet's Carmen, 490 costumes, including five in the exhibition (Terme di Caracalla, Rome, 2001); Enrico Coveri as the protagonists of the Great Gatsby (Teatro alla Scala, 2000), Valentino creates costumes for the contemporary opera in two acts The Dream of Valentino, presented in 1994 world premiere at the Kennedy Center in Washington DC
The exhibition is sponsored by
Altaroma, by Fondazione Roma and Brescia Musei Mazzucchelli, is produced and organized with Arthemisia Group and has the support of the Presidency of the Council of Ministers, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Heritage and Activities Culture, the Ministry of Tourism and National Institute for Foreign Trade, also boasts the award of High Representative of the Presidency of the Chamber of Deputies, the contribution Region of Lazio, the support of the City of Rome and the collaboration of the Fondazione Cinema per Roma and Fondazione Musica per Roma. Main sponsor is Barclays Wealth, in addition to sponsor American Express, Enel, FPC Partners LLP, the sponsor and Fnac.
A fraction of the tickets to the exhibition will be devoted to the Association of the Community of Sant'Egidio. In Network Connections



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dutchcaptain @ 2010-11-03T21: 35:00

On the bed three telephones, three diaries, three catalogs, loose papers, three books of history, two novels, two chargers for mobile phone, notebook.

I have a large bed.

Since my return from German soil I sleep on the couch.

Luckily I had bought a comfortable sofa bed, an Ikea, you know I would have invested more, but I'm happy.

I choose it, if it was good for the guests, could go well for me.

I am a guest at the bottom.

I am a guest everywhere.

Friends, family, parents.

The suitcase in the closet. Nice to feel insecure at work, in life.

"It is as Autumn leaves on the trees. "

's why I remember it perfectly by heart despite the years.

A poem I read once and forgot about that anymore.

continue with the " direct dial telephone with her head ", any one at this point.

If you pay me become my own boss.

If the task for which I paid too hard to explain to a third party are my bosses.

If you pay me well are my "big boss .

course are available 24h/24.

S. designing his weekend Venetian Venetian when I have in mind only the shutters for windows. I would say that there is a difference.

Close the blinds and wait for the day of Judgement, they say that 2012 is the year that happens, it takes a little patience, after all.

will be the only day of the year when I have to do something important.

proposals, counter proposals, days, hours, and they all crowded crowded.

I speak E.

" See?"

" Yes "

" When? "

" Tomorrow? "

" No "

" Friday? "

" Maybe "I say while control the agenda.

Morning, afternoon, evening ...

I have to study but do not have time, I wander with Cranach's arm designing the next few months.

I can not disconnect the brain, of course, someone could suggest a remedy for Shutter Island, serious consideration.

Because nobody has done it yet? In short, the tips you need only to school to avoid a 4?

G. phoned me, she laughed for twenty minutes of my life.

were right, I do it myself.

His final comment: "I'll take treasure somewhere ... somewhere that it's worth, before you make a finaccia .

G. has a spontaneous and colorful way to analyze and especially to give back to the world, besides the fact that it has lost one of my check ... I can not get angry about this, there are a set of coincidences against which silly to point the finger.

Indicative of the latter period is the purchase partem the only book that I found interesting in a library of three levels: The city of thieves.

Too bad I had already read in English and was S. to remember.

Book, among other things, taking in plain sight.

Take my commute has provoked two reactions: the first was to bring back a large handful of years ago, the second to suspend indefinitely, where everything is charged with a message for today ... I'm sorry by the office.

I said, where everything takes on a different light.

I loved because I loved walking through Kiel Kiel how to love someone who can give us strength, heat and time to reflect. Now I find myself running, chasing something elusive, unclassifiable and prey to unexpected events. Kiel

I miss that makes you sick to your stomach.

I did not want to cry, I feel like a drunk and vomit in the snow.

E 'as if something was left of me, buried up there somewhere.

Neither do I know where.

This could be a problem.

In the meantime I'm writing, everything from the subsidiary for schools, articles, mails, text messages, left for me to write my number on the wall of the stops to Termini Station.

Well, maybe someone has already done for me.

If someone did that, did not consider the amount of tourists who have already been written on paper, then failed.

Now I'm going to rummage around the house, looking for a book that I have not read any in a foreign language.

drink of rum and I will devote to writing, Pearce & Co.
Yes, it has almost taken over,
Alt
Windward .
I feel like it's the first time I see this word.
Actually I think it's the first time I look at this word, rum helps.
Windward : Benefit for the wind that is enjoyed by those who are above than those who are below the wind. As one of the sailors who enjoys the upper hand is deemed to have a better position than others, so it is said "to have the upper hand on anyone."
are these "some" to which Pearce has taken over?
's just a rhetorical question, even if Pearce is a sailor.

My 6 Month Old Has A Cough

dutchcaptain @ 2010-11-01T17 : 34:00

Everything has a beginning, the problem you have to admit it.

often due to the start we are ourselves, and when there is so little to do, the 'autofustigazione may be a good solution.

The inevitable is the worst beast that we carry with us.

E 'only when we are now recognizable in his mouth, there is no escape, not even the famous jack that you should necessarily hold in the car. No armor, prayer or whatever.

You will be crushed and that's it.

Get the peace of mind, hell is all that will live on this earth. In a movie a

man says " I stopped believing in God " I wonder if God has stopped believing in me.

All this to introduce my next argument ... you like it? Not for

idea, do not be so naive, this is what I think and what my appreciation for the degradation of the human race every day.

bitter disappointment or awareness? Fate vobis.

Fortunately, to keep up my conscience, there are dreams.

As I mentioned I wanted to see Lawrie.

A long car trip. While I drive a fictional character makes me moral. Even

Sant 'Agostino was capable of much.

not remember the arguments but it was useful, now I know how and what to say when I speak to my seven chapters.

fortunate that there Lawrie, a fortune that there otherwise I would stir seriously consider the possibility to hire him as confessor.

In practice I think it already is.

I miss him as a confessor Lawrie, possible that I would live better with him as a medal for good luck.

E 'annihilating the feeling of security it brings.

The dead do not exist except in our memory, but the memory can be constructed by the mind itself.

I could do construction work, Lawrence imagery that becomes real in the imperfect memory.

Lawrence there as "memory .

With a fake ID I do really exist. So if the Americans invented the Arabs, because I can not invent someone else?

Lawrence is more useful on a personal level, and most harmless of war.

Moving on to another night, I had another vision.

was not a dream this was a vision of apocalypse.

I was in Muenster, in the era of reform and reformers.

Roads were the ones that I saw and still remember it perfectly, because I'm going to see that damn museum is closed on Mondays.

With me, S. and Christopher Pearce.

dream combination + S. Pearce is how to decrypt an image dell'Hypnerotomachia Poliphili. E 'written all over them, I just have the key.

S. discussed in the square and preached ideas that I know only too well.

Christopher Pearce had become the head of the commission for the control of works of art. Take the usual Nazi

which now also know the pants, mix it with a reformer munster the sixteenth century, combined with all the rain, cold, a preacher who would compete for the proper Jan van Leiden (which recalls the occasion of being Dutch and turns with a vase of sunflowers useless and a cap as a peasant), a race capable of leave you breathless and mix together adding a bit of anxiety as a sunshade.

Why? Simple, try to convince you that that Pearce is a work of art on an insult to morality. You try to convince S. that could try to reason with Pearce and not to destroy everything that comes to mind because it is "just and proper."

you have any idea what it means to persuade Pearce to convince a committee not to put in the slammer S. for sermons?

Faina, even in the dream Pearce is a weasel.

Faina and incorruptible, is there anything worse?

Lawrence is a saint in this regard.

Ok, not all creations of my mind thinks so. We must look at the medal on all sides e. ..

does not matter, I can watch the side that I prefer now, I'm on my own. Can I sell

Lawrence for a saint and the devil and S. Pearce by the Holy Spirit.

I created my trinity.

Among other things preclude me to call Lawrence Pearce by name and last name, is indicative of the opposition.

Name - Surname.

Good - Evil.

Things like, take a piece of paper and make this game, scored two columns to the left is the one assigned to Lawrence and the Right to Pearce. Without this marked the positive and negative, and you'll know who to respect.

Christopher Pearce haunts my dreams and even S. manages to keep it at bay, very bad since it's creation it might as well make an effort. Among other things

Pearce smoked and every time I went to try and find him asking me to turn on.

Pure!

I fed that feeling of discomfort, as when the cars run without putting the arrow and you are forced to nail down, as when walking from the balcony and the water drip drop that ends on the jacket clean, the train delays that will make those five minutes arrive five minutes late as much as enough to make you serve a wry smile but not buckled on his plate "laggard." That stolen kiss that does not make you a fredifrago but does not leave you untouched.

I think you get the idea.

The other side of the coin is the immaculate Pearce.

Imagine the perfect man here.

One of those who also fold socks when night is bare, which would remind me to live with a psychopath, then come full circle because that's what I did for months and months in Germany and everything makes perfect sense and not only that, we would live yet.

Do me the favor, keep your thoughts for you.

Lawrence is moral perfection, the formal Pearce.

Lawrence would never do something that goes against his morals, while not maintaining perfect form. Pearce never go against the form, while not perfect keeping his morale. Formally

is invincible, impeccable.

The part of me that loves Pearce above of all is the one that defends him with drawn sword, which has a blind trust.

The part of me that loves Lawrence is one that is based on estimating deep.

's one excludes the other, the estimate provides for the criticism and acceptance. The blind trust not.

write the diary of a soul in love with Pearce, he will write a posthumous biography false.

In the book I'm reading, quite boring to be honest, there is the figure of an art dealer described as follows:

"This I took of my father, not his memory or miraculous insight artistic and even the casual elegance, grace inborn. "

Sherry.

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" Perfect, you'll end up in the technical part."

This was the comment of technical RAI at the end of the short interview I have today granted.

ridiculous.

My Big Boss of the exhibition of Van Gogh I fed the RAI as I climbed the stairs of the show with his breath, broken for the race.

I also specified that the gentlemen in my opinion it was a little sick, a lovingly gave me a pat on the shoulder and said, "but jokes? "

No, I mean, in my opinion really does suck, I told you my bitch and four classified under" expert ".

hate "look in the room" I feel like an idiot talking to an idiot.

The microphone you keep it myself.

Gentlemen, I have no course for 15 minutes to waste any more time ...

I love television as a thorn in the foot.

I think I will find myself in a montage dedicated to sex tourism of the Roman night.

If Rome were a woman would die for her, but it's a monster and I'm fighting for my survival trying to kill me against my will.

Amazingly, every time I start the first two hours from home, something happens that leaves me to discover "new parts" of the world.

A world that I do not care, honestly. Today

a suitcase abandoned on the track waiting for the arrival of the bomb squad and police station.

A suitcase.

Let me explode but do not let me be late to work. Let me explode

obbligatemi but not to go the way of the protagonists of the films in direct line with the employee as tormented souls wander in search of the "solution" to reach point A from point B in five minutes and twenty seconds.