We look forward to tomorrow night for the opening at the art gallery of contemporary GlobalArt Noicattaro (BA).
The exhibition will be open to the public until February 27.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
How To Size Your Dog To A Halti Dog Collar
LOVE THE RAGS OF TIME-Ibrahimi Anilda
The first time I saw Zlatan Ajkun is kidnapped by the swaying of her tresses that "stretch almost touching the ground." Do not know yet that that child will become so central in his life. They grow together in Pristina, in the same house, although he is Serbian and Kosovar her Albanian. Their fathers, and Milos Besor, share a passion for medicine and the poetry of Charles Simic. Their mother, Slavica and Donika, fight over how to make canned peppers and details of some ballads, the common heritage of the peoples of the Balkans. But Kosovo, where for centuries these people have lived in the late nineties bleeds. It is yet another wound to the heart of Europe, the Balkans. Between New Year's Eve fireworks and the shooting of the guerrillas, and Zlatan Ajkun promise eternal love "as just two guys can promise." But history separates them: conscript him, she displaced. Ajkun is found in Switzerland, where Sarah gives birth. Zlatan ends in Italy, where he meets Ines. A tiny girl, with hair that falls on the shoulders. Just as Ajkun. In an alternate installation, the novel follows the lives of the two protagonists, their chase and tap, and perhaps lost. Along the way, tangled in a babel of languages, and Zlatan Ajkun crossing a small crowd of characters in intense, real, with their wealth of stories to follow.
I just closed the book and I already know I will miss him. I've eaten in a few hours, so beautiful and compelling story is narrated. A hard, sad, suffering but also of love. The suffering that war can only give a recent war between Serbs and Albanians, which leaves deep tears in everyone's life. And love, the deep and intense that binds two children growing up together that are protected and that would be destined to be together. It 's the story of a promise of love, which should be more stronger than everything. But the war does not make allowances. Bursts into life, making refugees and constricting to separate. It just so happens the two players: Zlatan in Italy falls in love again, you rebuild a life, but always with a piece of heart is missing. One dedicated to Ajkun, including refugee policy, with an even more terrible history behind it, to all women victims of the army. But both started to live again, become more and grow and change so that when the much-needed meeting hard to recognize. And then there's Ines, there are Sarah and Jacqueline, and there are mainly the parents of two boys, their past so terribly similar to that of their children.
It 'book incredible. A love story (perhaps a bit exaggerated at the end), but also a history of war. A story that deeply touched and that you take, perhaps because it speaks of a recent past, a past that we all read in the newspapers.
Read, absolutely.
"I know nothing, no one knows when he falls in love. Fuck you!"
"They were beaten, yes, but everyone beat. Some use words, others by hand. And others silent. "
" certain dreams are already difficult to dream on behalf own, let alone two "
The first time I saw Zlatan Ajkun is kidnapped by the swaying of her tresses that "stretch almost touching the ground." Do not know yet that that child will become so central in his life. They grow together in Pristina, in the same house, although he is Serbian and Kosovar her Albanian. Their fathers, and Milos Besor, share a passion for medicine and the poetry of Charles Simic. Their mother, Slavica and Donika, fight over how to make canned peppers and details of some ballads, the common heritage of the peoples of the Balkans. But Kosovo, where for centuries these people have lived in the late nineties bleeds. It is yet another wound to the heart of Europe, the Balkans. Between New Year's Eve fireworks and the shooting of the guerrillas, and Zlatan Ajkun promise eternal love "as just two guys can promise." But history separates them: conscript him, she displaced. Ajkun is found in Switzerland, where Sarah gives birth. Zlatan ends in Italy, where he meets Ines. A tiny girl, with hair that falls on the shoulders. Just as Ajkun. In an alternate installation, the novel follows the lives of the two protagonists, their chase and tap, and perhaps lost. Along the way, tangled in a babel of languages, and Zlatan Ajkun crossing a small crowd of characters in intense, real, with their wealth of stories to follow. I just closed the book and I already know I will miss him. I've eaten in a few hours, so beautiful and compelling story is narrated. A hard, sad, suffering but also of love. The suffering that war can only give a recent war between Serbs and Albanians, which leaves deep tears in everyone's life. And love, the deep and intense that binds two children growing up together that are protected and that would be destined to be together. It 's the story of a promise of love, which should be more stronger than everything. But the war does not make allowances. Bursts into life, making refugees and constricting to separate. It just so happens the two players: Zlatan in Italy falls in love again, you rebuild a life, but always with a piece of heart is missing. One dedicated to Ajkun, including refugee policy, with an even more terrible history behind it, to all women victims of the army. But both started to live again, become more and grow and change so that when the much-needed meeting hard to recognize. And then there's Ines, there are Sarah and Jacqueline, and there are mainly the parents of two boys, their past so terribly similar to that of their children.
It 'book incredible. A love story (perhaps a bit exaggerated at the end), but also a history of war. A story that deeply touched and that you take, perhaps because it speaks of a recent past, a past that we all read in the newspapers.
Read, absolutely.
"I know nothing, no one knows when he falls in love. Fuck you!"
"They were beaten, yes, but everyone beat. Some use words, others by hand. And others silent. "
" certain dreams are already difficult to dream on behalf own, let alone two "
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Pinky Getting Toes Sucked
ACCABADORA-Michela Murgia
Why is Maria ended up living in the house of Bonaria Urra, Soren is a mystery that it is hard to understand. The old and the girl walking the streets of the country followed by a trail of malicious comments, yet it is so easy Tzia Bonaria took Mary with him, will make it grow and will make his heir, asking in exchange for the presence and care for when you need it to her. Fourth daughter of his widowed mother, Mary is accustomed to think, her first, as the last. " For this continues to amaze the respect and attention of the country's old seamstress, who offered her a home and a future, but above all let live and do not seem to want anything for him. "Suddenly it was as if it were always like fili'e soul and soul, a less guilty of being a mother and daughter." Yet there is something in this old, dressed in black and in his long silences, there is the mysterious aura that accompanies it, along with the shadow of fear going on in the eye of the encounters. There are nights out that Mary listens but does not understand, and an almost millennial wisdom concerning the things of life and death. What I know is that Mary did not imagine is that Tzia Bonaria Urra sews clothes and comforts the soul, he knows the charms and bills, but when you need to be ready to go homes to bring a merciful death. His is the final dell'accabadora and loving gesture, the last mother.
If the book ended about halfway through, this comment would be reduced simply to "gorgeous" or "masterpiece", it would be difficult to find other words to describe the story told and the way in which the author manages to bring us all ' inside of the story, that''50 years of Sardinian village where you play the story of Mary and her "adoptive mother". What a beautiful relationship between the two, which is abruptly interrupted when she discovers that the woman with whom he lives is a 'accabadora ", the one who ends up ... or the one that 'a boost to fate with the people now in the process of dying. Beautiful now, beautiful, poetic and realistic descriptions (I love the novels "realists") and the plot can not catch you.
But then, when Mary discovers this secret and can not accept it, he decided to go to Turin to act as nanny. And here the writer is lost. The novel is too hasty, as if he wanted to add something without quite knowing how to write. Too bad, because this part is very beautiful and interesting, if it were not so dismissive.
The finish, well, obvious, of course, but also the only truly possible.
Worth still much to be read. And this Italian author certainly has a great talent.
Why is Maria ended up living in the house of Bonaria Urra, Soren is a mystery that it is hard to understand. The old and the girl walking the streets of the country followed by a trail of malicious comments, yet it is so easy Tzia Bonaria took Mary with him, will make it grow and will make his heir, asking in exchange for the presence and care for when you need it to her. Fourth daughter of his widowed mother, Mary is accustomed to think, her first, as the last. " For this continues to amaze the respect and attention of the country's old seamstress, who offered her a home and a future, but above all let live and do not seem to want anything for him. "Suddenly it was as if it were always like fili'e soul and soul, a less guilty of being a mother and daughter." Yet there is something in this old, dressed in black and in his long silences, there is the mysterious aura that accompanies it, along with the shadow of fear going on in the eye of the encounters. There are nights out that Mary listens but does not understand, and an almost millennial wisdom concerning the things of life and death. What I know is that Mary did not imagine is that Tzia Bonaria Urra sews clothes and comforts the soul, he knows the charms and bills, but when you need to be ready to go homes to bring a merciful death. His is the final dell'accabadora and loving gesture, the last mother. If the book ended about halfway through, this comment would be reduced simply to "gorgeous" or "masterpiece", it would be difficult to find other words to describe the story told and the way in which the author manages to bring us all ' inside of the story, that''50 years of Sardinian village where you play the story of Mary and her "adoptive mother". What a beautiful relationship between the two, which is abruptly interrupted when she discovers that the woman with whom he lives is a 'accabadora ", the one who ends up ... or the one that 'a boost to fate with the people now in the process of dying. Beautiful now, beautiful, poetic and realistic descriptions (I love the novels "realists") and the plot can not catch you.
But then, when Mary discovers this secret and can not accept it, he decided to go to Turin to act as nanny. And here the writer is lost. The novel is too hasty, as if he wanted to add something without quite knowing how to write. Too bad, because this part is very beautiful and interesting, if it were not so dismissive.
The finish, well, obvious, of course, but also the only truly possible.
Worth still much to be read. And this Italian author certainly has a great talent.
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