MEP Umberto Guidoni just speaks of a written question to the European Commission on environmental and health problem related to the business of coal-fired "Vannucci P." Gualdo Cattaneo .
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Glory Holes Jacksonville Florida
Umberto Guidoni on the problem of coal-fired plant in Gualdo Cattaneo
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Red Spots On Face That Is Not Pimples
Napoli Comicon 2009 (subtitle: 'Mauro, calmly! Floor!')
then greet everyone present and absent, artists, exhibitors, paninari Thanks for the fun and chat!
... Well, actually I did it lower. 
All good cartoonists, after that are back from Comicon, you make them nice post saying this and that.
Now, I'm not a good comic book (I have the right whiskers), but beyond all this I Napoli Comicon I did not enjoyed at all because I always put Mauro Cao quickly. E 'fault suaaa!
Damn. You only lose your hair as peche chisaitu and it fills my heart with admiration.
That said, Comicon was great fun and full of pleasant surprises. I met wonderful people in person as Michael Geneva, Emiliano Rabu, Alina, Adrian Barone, Andrea Vivaldo, and Lum.
... How? Lum was not true? It was a cosplayer? Damn.
Ok, about the first three, was brought on comics related to the exhibition of the Future Front: apart from the pleasure of knowing personally many of the artists involved, the presentation of the project was great, certainly not with two trombones Dr. Marchese like me (the two writers), but because the designers of humor involved, primarily Dr. Pira. This man is confirmed more and more a hero to me, a source of childish admiration. Great, absolutely!
For the rest, nothing to say, I felt that the exhibitions organized by the Comicon have been made in an intelligent manner, and to see some original Liberatore was really exciting. Anterior to the Future was also very original, so congratulations to the organizers!
Other noteworthy event was the star that I Panozzo and Cao, along with the essay Vivaldo that gave us straight, we took on Sunday. Stuff of Nobel Prize for Goodness.
addition, it was a real pleasure to see the direction Tunuè and his entire roster this: the legendary Giovanni Marchese and Luca Patane, who have come out with their new book 'No recall' and Paola Cannatella with the second effort, entitled 'Perspectives'. The always jovial and friendly Gud, who were with him (in the sense that it had not dragged that copies of the books), his new work titled 'Heidi mon amour'. Thank you for your dedication guys!
Always stand Tunuè I saw with pleasure Paco Roca (which I had to confess that from Lucca my English has always been the phrase otra cerveza, por favor ... ahem) and I met Alfred, designer of the award-winning graphic novel 'Why I killed Pierre', a person too much sun and fun. Artists good and nice, a combination not always granted. Speaking of artists, a hug always great to warm Cristiano Silvi!
The Tunuè won the award for best screenplay with 'Metauro' Michele Petrucci (unfortunately not with it ... and my new number Factory) ... I would say rightly. Finally, the fantastic Luana Vergari won the New Roads, and it gave me an immense pleasure: beyond the indisputable talent has always been a wonderful and kind person ... I will never cease to thank you enough.
evenings after the fair, however, have gone so unworthy in the sense that I was really filthy. I saved for a corner only thanks to the legendary Cigar of Friendship, instrument rich and tobacco which have benefited most of the attendees, with mucho gusto! ... Oh, so it seems wrote an erotic pastime. We just smoked a cigar all together!
then greet everyone present and absent, artists, exhibitors, paninari Thanks for the fun and chat!
Oh, and I also thank Wolverine, it was great to know!
... How? He was also a cosplay?
Damn.
... Well, actually I did it lower.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Rose Quarter Seating Rows Chart
The city burns
front elevation. Dim lighting.
through the streets of all time, suddenly deserted. Join a local customer base and lacking in brightness. Order a cup of coffee.
Suddenly a thought flashed across the brain, as if it were always been there. He wonders if her mind, it remains a residue of intensity, like dust that accumulates on the floor. Do not know if this is so, and his heart gets a little 'more gray.
Review. Slight breeze. 
Matte Field of View. View from above.
Smoky flavors, but cause anger still firmly on the walls of cervello.Parole read, but able to crush you against the ceiling.
There was this one, but do not seem to matter anymore.
And his eyes are always the same, while off the train. From the newspaper as it comes and gently browse magazines and newspapers, it is quiet, as if it had never been on the edge of the moat, to observe a sea of \u200b\u200bnothing.
There was this one, but do not seem to matter anymore.
And his eyes are always the same, while off the train. From the newspaper as it comes and gently browse magazines and newspapers, it is quiet, as if it had never been on the edge of the moat, to observe a sea of \u200b\u200bnothing.
front elevation. Dim lighting.
through the streets of all time, suddenly deserted. Join a local customer base and lacking in brightness. Order a cup of coffee.
Suddenly a thought flashed across the brain, as if it were always been there. He wonders if her mind, it remains a residue of intensity, like dust that accumulates on the floor. Do not know if this is so, and his heart gets a little 'more gray.
Review. Slight breeze.
He wanted to call. To feel any certainty, the minimum possible, to try to oxygen in a room without windows.
Breathe slowly, as if the wind could stop the chained series of thoughts. He wonders if she was right then, when he was so close he could hear also the squint of his eyes, and whispered in his ear that the sun sets only to rise again for dreamers again the next day.
That everything would be fine, that everything would be back in its place, though the night seems endless, even if breathing seems to be missing, although the city does burn our hearts.
Breathe slowly, as if the wind could stop the chained series of thoughts. He wonders if she was right then, when he was so close he could hear also the squint of his eyes, and whispered in his ear that the sun sets only to rise again for dreamers again the next day.
That everything would be fine, that everything would be back in its place, though the night seems endless, even if breathing seems to be missing, although the city does burn our hearts.
Friday, May 1, 2009
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