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TropeaFilmFestival2009 Photo Album (photo Anna Sambiase)

It ended the third edition of TropeaFilmFestival. Here is the link with the photo albums of various events.

• TropeaFilmFestval 17/08/2009

  TropeaFilmFestval 17/08/2009

• TropeaFilmFestival 08/18/2009

  TropeaFilmFestival 08/18/2009

• TropeaFilmFestival 08/19/2009

  TropeaFilmFestival 19-08-2009

• TropeaFilmFestival 20-08-09

  TropeaFilmFestival 20-08-09

• TropeaFilmFestival 21-08-09

  TropeaFilmFestival 21-08-09

• TropeaFilmFestival 22-08-09

  TropeaFilmFestival 22/08/2008

• TropeaFilmFestival 23/08/2009

  TropeaFilmFestival 08/23/2009

Left Upper Quadrant Burning After Eating

"Gurnee, history of enemies, heroes and spirdi "Bruno Cimino


The publisher Meligrana (MGE) published in July 2009 a new novel by Bruno Cimino. Tropea a work set in the past and projected into the future. A story of love and war, nearly forgotten stories and feelings that defeat immortal time and space.

Abstrac the main link








Short album digital

Wedding Propgram Sayings

Psicofidanzata

A Federica


Monothematic
the edge of pathetic, I climb

neurasthenic,
proving annoying.

Folks, what can I do
is the nervous,
certainly not worthy of praise, but
in this world no one is good,
a billionaire has his worries,
each has its own flaws.

And my girlfriend, that drug

hope,
believes that with writing,
I can make the grain.

You must forgive her,
is still young age, and I was twenty

I believed in fame.

And she wants to be a psychotherapist,
treats me as a patient,
and yes, here this
demented,
is definitely bad, actually
.
I just love her, without her
,
everything is indifferent, everything is the same
,
I would not have a heart, I just
resentment. But what

rumination,
I write instinctively,
cast,
are just a loser, an incompetent
.

Here it is felt,
my heart can not but rejoice.
you step to take, the
I do, I have the heart to make

come on, come with your clown.

Shit, I only speak in rhyme,
because without you my life declines.
You know, I can not stop mica,
will be a new syndrome, Dr.
on, tell me ... But you

steps to other topics,
want to talk about all comments, and
with your dreamy eyes, speaks
: If this continues, someone will notice you
.

See ... maybe Fabri Fibra,
but you drank? You got a line?
and accused me of being the usual vulgar,
but the joke, do not you lead.
Dai, was to make a rhyme,
know that to me are more of a friend.

And if you think it is scurrilous,
Met a filthy,
that will make you shiver.
He is a pig, has a distorted view of life, but
him,
you I have already spoken once again.

Oh! Do you love me?
Look, if not love me, I assure you

kill me tomorrow, and if you do not want your name,
do a robbery by Emporio Armani, and you
: "Ah? And what you give me? "

And what you want gifts,
a pair of handcuffs? So I tie

to me and we'll be together forever
.

You are mine, no one should take away
,
you accuse me of being possessive, but
Look Who's Talking,

one that says "You go there with friends, you're just my
" Let me

stop with these rhymes,
otherwise my girlfriend will kill me.
I just have to ask forgiveness,
knowing he had done nothing, but I'll
this gift, because
you know, without you,
are not self-sufficient.

Any behavior leads to deductions
whatever you do, get me

strong emotions ... and is already very,
you know?

'll try for the first time,
to stay friends with an ex,
because despite what you think, you were

very important to me and do not want to lose you forever,
I write from the heart, not with the senses,
and my heart does not lie.


Francesco Favia

Thursday, May 22 '08 at 1:00

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My Dog Has An Ingrown Hair

Demented

I nonetheless
in this venom, spitting out words
,
this art is my offspring.


I've never written so many poems in my life,
what you are afflicted,
this is not magic. And you

user, do not click the
,
some otherwise right-thinking,
assume that I want to cheat.

The interest that I am raising,
frankly,
surprise me, but looking back
,
did not think could be useful
show people what I was insane. The
I know, this thought may seem trivial, but what
want to get out
one that the world is useless.
more peaceful than a flower child, I would nevertheless like to see suffer

those vultures, who after having used
,
crumpled
burned
have thought 'and mo' cocks his son, "
then I have forgotten.


And if you find my stupid rhyme, and if you believe that
bring bad luck,
go on a porn site and looked at a vagina.

Francesco Favia

ore14 Wednesday, May 21, 2008: 38


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Does Tea Leaves Go Bad

Bocconcino

I write every day, almost never
cheerfully,
rarely smile, I despair

easily and quickly move your fingers, knock
keys with these hands,
faster Mexican boxers, squinting
this screen,
was not even the image of my hell,
is my intent to make money, not
with art, that's for sure.

preferred are the treat of bad luck,
not believe that will not bite mica,
consumes me and throws me down, I miss
a tiramisu.

Swallow my paranoia, and then
he released his torpedo
and repeatedly puts me in the ass.
not judge me, I beg you, you already know that
are insecure.

The money, some have too many
and who has no eyes to cry,
I'll never buy them, but I hope in a salary

so for a while 'survive,

Otherwise, Acidelle life, I take a
revolver, so I can make the beautiful

and I'll see you at last as good as Nutella.

Francesco Favia

Wednesday, May 21, 2008 ore 14:08


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Yellow Strobe Light Legal ?

Bonazzi

What charm boys ... :-D Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! ! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! ! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

39 Weeks, White Creamy Discharge

Call it what you like **** c

Call it rap, call it poetry,
call it art, call it what
fucking seems
words are and what you want it to be.
What you are reading,
is not a nursery rhyme,
mean?
Capito, use your fingers and not your mouth. The pesto

hard on the keyboard,
to give free rein to my creativity, and

prove to myself that after all not a nullity.

Already you're right,
with art does not make a penny, but who is that asshole

that tells us that they are so stupid?

I have always studied,
but by the time I felt cheated, so I decided to work

and I have always worked. Then you
life requires choices to be made,
changed to prevent me from working exploit, but I was
used the same
used and thrown in the toilet.

Now I'm an unemployed,
more or less,
work nine hours per week, of course
always black.

And if you say you do not have regrets in life,
I do not believe you, beautiful, you do not charm me ...
now spend my days in front of the screen, sending
curriculum and composing poems to go along with my brain that thinks
continuously
projecting images of an uncertain future, because
actually
everything now has been compromised.

Francesco Favia

Tuesday, May 20, 2008 17:00



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New Meber Letters For Churches

be unclean

By popular demand,
I am going to recite the exploits of a
be unclean
by maidens called a 'bitch,
and not because I feel like a champion,
I do in the name of art and women,
I understand you, you idiot!?

I am the joker of the group, while
you are the loser, oh you, it appears.
Stand still with your hands, that's a friend of mine,
dont see that with you not having fun
mica.

You know, I live in the shadows, but
like magic, thanks to the friends I
flashes of merriment
the evening and I can become merry and
on.

Street on the road, looking
a local
're just in the car?
What took you wrong!??

But what you feel, how you get tired,
let it be, made by hand, secluded,
not know that women are treated with kid gloves? Have a nice
, listen to one that uses the glove

since it did not have hair on.

Arrivals in local
you warm and miss them badly,
demand that the owner,
you turn on the air conditioning, look ... well ...

go to hell.


You decided this evening to focus on the maid?

stay at home and jumped over the railing. In the vacuum
discover the feeling
you feel when you fuck,
a whirlwind of adrenaline,
before arriving.

Seize this lighter
and without this plug
so you relax a little,
're too tense, you know ...
so, then, who gets into trouble.

Have you ever faced the wrath of a patient person, up from
tell me, loser!
When the patient loses,
his face turns green, but the meek
you change the features making you become attractive.
you sent me wrong for the umpteenth time, you'll taste the consequences
hours, touch you this time.

you aspire to and you blow that away, and if there's anything
you,
you know what? There
that scatarrerò
and spit you out, and when you
I finish, dear
stoned, I will let you

and trample you.

And if this is not dissing
served
you look in the ring, you know
,
are a street kid,
friend.


Francesco Favia

Tuesday, May 20, 2008 1:00


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Is Bernhardt Good Furniture

Cisco & Hank

Lincoln Ls How To Install Speakers

Death perpetual

what I write is my ectoplasm,
that devastates uncontrollably, spitting

a pile of words that create the substance that nearly kills you
as asthma.

drained, lifeless,
address this climb,
that gradually wearies me, and this

tightening of benefit to my torment,
ointment
silver
in this timeless death.

Francesco Favia

Monday, May 19, 2008 ore 2:20


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Will Wearing A Wig Stop My Hair Growth

Gagliarda goliardia

Since in Italy we do not read
is better that I come to Richard, who with
thing that I have,
I certainly would offer a contract to one billion.
And at night I can not sleep,
too much because it is the desire of writing. In
head bomb rhymes,
not let me do some sleep, I miss
Fabri Fibra
and meanwhile here on the web
ci-ci-copy us
to mention the aforementioned
Fibroga
already knew along with his brother
that talent, that drug
,

is just a trap to regret in life,
but we can not help but use this window,
that talent is the only way out, and his friend
geryl Mc
is strongly out to revenge, yes

and I'm glad that he was among the first to make it emerge from the crowd.
geryl is smart.
Talent, the manna,
when there is clear evidence
ago as thousands of people over a six
span.

And I asked him an interview, great,
granted me.
After a bit 'of time, I asked a journalist
true
geryl but not if the head is upright, I mean really!
And I would like to make an appeal to the journalist who interviewed him,
that will certainly have read my article and my interview before meeting him,
why not give a hand to me to put me in sight?
Or put in a good word in writing,
look what I write,
'm not a creep.
I congratulate the people flatter me,
then I wonder, am I
but this talent if it is smoking?
And between the desire to change the lives
and leave everything as it is, should I choose to give

energy to both, you see, that shit
,
do not tell me, tell
who wrote this crap ,
it has been well paid, and some technical
Vodafone
has sent me, you deal

messaggino daily
of the zodiac,
but astrology is another frame, and they
mortacci Fox
who put my mark in first place in the horoscope of 2008
,
but since the beginning of this year

that bad luck is besieging me, making me lose
girlfriend and also the place, yet I'm gastemando!

And I, I always have the brain scureggia me, as said the great
Alvaro,
continue to write, manipulate,
at least until my fate does not become less bitter.

And now, what can I say, I let myself be upset
from life,
more than does nicotine.

is enough, do not lie mica,
this whore in verse is really over.


Sunday, May 18, 2008 11:00


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Bike Shop Cover Letter

live for the f *** I and my guitar

Missing within myself, vomit
words on this keyboard, writing a poem

and signing Francesco Favia,
and then reading it if you like,
certainly is not my fault. Describe

anguish and frustration, and I do not say
you feel the same emotions ...

But look a bit ',
are equal,
with all dreams, all with the aspirations
,
with all of the emotions, we allow ourselves adrift


past stays in these hallucinatory
in long days to think about if the soul is still alive.

And I do touch the soul of the people, so I realize
if still breathing,
and if it is not lying,
certainly inspires
me or some other dementia,
than words fun.

But in the end these words of a loser,
remain there,
and the world are nothing. Not
I just have to get out of here,

out and pretend to enjoy, making me
doses of life,
admitting that the only thing that I love
is the f ***.

Francesco Favia

Sunday, May 18, 2008 ore 5:57


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Can You Smoke Blunt Wraps By Themselves

How cool! Other than Take That!