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Concorso campiello Giovani '10

competition for young people aged between 15 and 22 years (cha at the time of transmission have reached 15 years and not have reached 22), resident in Italy and abroad as an object has a story in Italian to a maximum of 25 folders.


Participants must submit their design, in four copies to the secretariat of the foundation campiello (via turin, 151 C - 30172 Mestre Ve) by January 9, 2010 (postmark postmark ). The paper should not be bound and the pages (Times New Roman, font 12) should be numbered. Header must appear only the title, while enclosed in a sealed envelope must specify the title and prpri personal data (name, date and place of birth, nationality, address: street, house number, zip code, city, county, region , phone number, number of phone, email address, school, class, profession)
is required and also the sending of the written word file on CD or by e mail: campiello.giovani @ Confindustria. veneto.it

More info on http://www.premio-campiello.it/

Saltwater Tank Dandruff

Estratto da Jack Frusciante è uscito dal gruppo di Enrico Brizzi

magnetic from the archives of Mr. Alex D.
Eventually sanity not to search. Maybe we have it already, and we move more nervous or more, and more they move away. The fact is that aprlare of sanity I feel like a poor bastard. It seems to me one of those terms used in the sessions of collective psychoanalysis release or in shelters for abused women.
Okay. Everything tells me to be strong, given the scope, able to move forward in life, but if one feels that it is time to change a bit 'broken or just the need to stop and think seriously for its own account ? I mean, cocks and half past seven in Latin, for example, from simple tools have become a kind of ultimate goal? ... So, as far as I know I should studying to earn a degree which in turn allows me to rip a good job which in turn allow me to rip some damn peace and waged across the wound and massacred by unprecedented efforts to reach it.
mean, this is one of the ultimate goals of peace battered cabbage. The argument is so. It does not take a genius. So why should I sacrifice the moments of serenity that I get to meet spontaneously along the way? why should I throw them in a well, even if they are part of loror order to strive for? If an afternoon I can go play or go out with a girl I like, why the hell should I starmene at home to transcribe the versions of the translator o far finta di leggere il sunto di filosofia? La realtà è che mi trovo costreto a sacrificare il me diciasettenne felice oggi di pomeriggio a un eventuale me stesso calvo e sovarappeso, cinquantenne soddisfatto , che apre la porta del garage col comando a distanza e dentro c'ha una bella macchina, una moglie che probabilmente gli fa lle corna con iol commercialistae due figli gemelli con i capelli a caschetto indentici in tutto ai bambini nazisti della kinders.
Tutti dentro al garage, magari no. Diciamo più o meno intorno. Cioè circondato. Dunque la domanda è: un orrore di qyeste proprozioni vale più del sole e del gelato di oggi pomeriggio? Più di una qualunque ragazza? Più di valentina appointment with a smile that arrives ten minutes late and a blue shirt with qel well within God's amazing?