NICCOLAI
We have today received this message Beatrice
- The Municipality of
Favaro Veneto - A Giuliano Brandoli
- Territories and the Association
Paradoxes - The Theatre Company Arte Povera
- actress Valentina Longo
- At the School of Dance Paso Libre
- the dancer Martina Furlan
- the poet Alexander Bon
- the band Quid
Easter 2008
Ogg: Our women
Forgive me first of all not having been able to healthy as I wanted instead.
I was not independent and who accompanied me in the car was not too good to be able to stay with you
.
It 's a good excuse for this to come back, regardless.
been two weeks since that March 1 in Favaro Veneto, where they are then returned to the dark bora, returning from the border area, one in which I got to know the land of Pier Paolo Pasolini.
first thank Giuliano explained to me the secret of the orange peels in a jar of marmalade citrus. - should be few and rare enough to be very valuable to find -
Giuliano I think you have played the poem. Not so much that night but in the first. The moment I believe the most beautiful of every moment, because it contains the aspects that the wait. Christians are of waiting Advent before Christmas.
lovers sigh for 'to meet again' - the young couples in planning their future. And I thank the Association
Territories and Paradoxes for the Municipality of Favaro Veneto, made this meeting possible.
seen through the eyes of a woman, believe me it is rare to find someone to teach us hope, not in words but in believing that yes, something else is possible .
Thank you from the depths of my heart for being the pillar of each of us.
Me personally.
thanks go to Martina of Paso Libre - the only all of us who could not 'participate' on this side of the stage the evening of 'our women '.
Thank you for taking care of you too in the first, in the long weeks before the arrival of March,
vitality of the exploits of the woman.
last piece, you were much looser, less tense face, and freer movements. You were very good, thank you for being excited and thanks for the sigh that is in every woman.
Valentina Thanks for giving voice to my words.
Thanks for all the time you have dedicated to them and thanks for doing it with care and love.
thanks to Alessandro Bon testified that a trail of words.
Where born and how it explodes, even in the winters of life, something that is the result of a pain.
Thanks to Claudia Quid of which I have stolen, without notice, the sweetness of the voice.
thanks to all the technicians of the Company Arte Povera .
for the professionalism, care and availability. Thank you for
almost forced to make a lineup
... (every time it's the same story for me, never give due importance to the stairs, but they serve!)
You have been wonderful.
thanks to Andrea of Quid who accompanied with Claudia Valentina guitar and played in every piece.
you been invaluable, as well as valuable was the breath of that young trumpeter can not remember the name that closed the evening with 'la vie en rose' of Piaf ...
thanks to the Municipality of Favaro Veneto has chosen to give space to poetry,
thought about women.
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I must be honest, I had
, thank each of you the perception that a good world is still possible.
This is giving me day after day, in meetings, poetry.
Also for the Christian world today begins an important week. What
declares and affirms the Resurrection.
I do not have the privilege of a God, or rather, they suffer from their absence.
Since doing the words of the village priest had stopped to greet me,
avoided me and my loved ones closer.
After years, this is the first year I came back to knock on my door to bless the house.
I asked my son, then we talked about the long words.
thanked me for writing and wanted to bless them.
E 'was an act of peace, which I appreciated.
I leave a poem that I love very much Alda Merini and my
written today.
be smooth, in your life these days and not only these.
Holy Land I knew Jericho
I too have had my Palestine,
the walls of the asylum were the walls of Jericho
and a pool of water
infected us all baptized. There were Jews in
and Pharisees were high and there was also the Messiah
confused in the crowd:
crazy screaming to heaven
all his love in God
We all flock of ascetics
were like birds and sometimes a dark network
imprisons us but we went to the harvest, the harvest of our Lord
and Christ the Savior.
We were washed and buried,
smell of incense.
And after that, we loved when we did the electroshock
because, they said, a crazy
can not love anybody.
But one day from inside the tomb
I too have awakened
like Jesus and I've had my resurrection, but are not
ascent to the heavens
went down to hell by
surprised about where the walls of ancient Jericho.
Alda Merini
Act of pain
many lambs have grazed the silences
inside the eye that is denied
the gesture of a farewell?
Dew, in every season,
is of the trees.
They have the clarity of a rainy day
the suspended silence
behind the green hills of the passion of a woman. A passion
long too many lives because there
'benevolence' and you will be holy in
every day which is not party.
Christ t'inviterÃ
man himself and forgive the sins of your flesh
and will only be my fault
love to exist,
now and forever.
Yet he knows,
where you pray that I bleed on the stove door closed
an act of endless pain.
Beatrice Niccolai
Happy Easter.
our women also became a blog.
www.lenostredonne.blogspot.com
Beatrice
Beatrice is we who thank you, because you wanted to be with us because you have given us your poetry, because we love you!
are sweet and fragrant your days (coma marmalade!)