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Post # 12: Cheap

And take me with you in my time, I'll run him through the years but never really hit me. Evanescence of the future that are reflected in your eyes for a moment and then wait to be back in the blue mist, ready to become a memory. Like all live to become light, be light because some see it, see it forever. And millions of lights with no future and past too suggest something that will not understand, but which we will still listen.

Fly away, fly free, and meet the world, fly forever and learn, learn to fly in the silences between the hours of moving the thoughts, run away without any constraints, do not bind me here and let me fly away, fly on the thresholds of knowledge, you who are powerful, you can fly up to, up until the present, you can fly without trembling, without restraint, without turning, until you fly to always fly up to the present, you can fly up to me. You are back, you're still here, still. Take me by the hand then let cure. O curatemi. Until forever, until the present. Up to me.

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Post # 11: A train

From there, the air blue with his chill autumn wrapped a man who looked away.

His train was traveling toward a silent death. One of the many.

quick trips, trampling everything, everything. And the man did not understand, did not understand nothing, he thought, was limited to travel over an elegant dictatorship.

Thoughts can not be looking for when it's dark in your mind. Just wait and we will find them, because we are perfectly visible in the dark on what is true of us.

the floor waiting for the breeze and fresh. Soft.

But now he was afraid. Fear of not being able to solve, or fear of solving too hard. It did not depend on him.

His train was traveling in a straight line now. Skidding a bit, but with a direction. I felt physically stretched as its trajectory, so, only to derail exhausted, dropping.

From there, the air blue with his chill autumn wrapped a man who looked away.

understood.

He turned. He began to walk.

And his life did not end.

Mai.

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Assignment No. 6: Reflections on Copyright

This sixth Assignment catches me off guard less than usual, in that respect copyright, sadly I had already had occasion to reflect, and how. From my point of view, the way most sincere and spontaneous discourse of this topic would be the start time with little rant against the beloved noble SIAE, but I'll try to restrain myself. But I want to talk about copyright from their subjective point of view of a poor emerging group. I certainly do not use the term "artists" who would be an insult to centuries of history, much less want to talk from a qualitative point of view, which perhaps, beyond history, also affects human decency.

Just do realize they have a passion, to cultivate it, share it with others, make it grow with them, throw in a bit 'of your ideas, a bit' of yourself, and then, without pretense or hope, wanting to know. So happy with your smile run to the Italian Society of Authors and Publishers, and you're happy, because they understand you, they protect those who have passion, who cultivates, who shares, who grows, who puts a bit 'of ideas and a bit' of himself in something. And then? Then the flies off your smile turning into a soft foul language, and you find yourself alone in the hands of a few pages with an endless series of zeroes, and the bottom of this a known symbol: €.

"All right, I'll pay .." - Think back the naive artistucolo home - "at least I will offer an excellent service, keeping pace with the times, able to assist in my desire to create." While artistucolo calls this its future, the future will reply with a wonderful raspberry.

Nothing, emptiness.

It 's true that, as pointed out prof. Formiconi, the situation has become widespread, but it is also true that, at least in Europe, Italy occupies a top position as the rates of services offered by similar institutions. Who would have thought it?

Flying over the economic problem, unfortunately, remains the big stumbling block given the inadequacy of the rules of all these institutions, as well as of its member, in relation to new forms of communication, dissemination, both artistic and a social connection and, last but not least, teaching.

We want to move gentlemen? O bellies are not full enough?

PS (16/04/2009) I am writing in response to Thomas that I mentioned it in his blog . My post does not want to disparage the copyright, which I consider essential for any person who can create or make any form of art or knowledge. This article is directed instead to those who speculate on this capacity there, in many cases by tapping the 'objective possibilities. In Switzerland Suisa (equivalent of our local SIAE) costs 60 € in total, not annual, but final. In Italy, with a maximum of € 60 offered a cup of coffee on the Director SIAE. That's it.

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Post # 10: The parachute

That day he opened his parachute too early. He was thrown from the plane with the ardor of those who are too off to endure nightmares, off enough to want to escape into the dry sea of \u200b\u200billusion, of wanting to be wind, knowing that those moments would come back after the snow. Bones and snow.

But that day the parachute had opened much too early.

And now wandering in the air. Soft wall of a soft prison.

Wall

anything. Wall covering nothing. And more than anything? What was it?

The nothing is not answered.

parachute And that went on wearily waving in the sea of \u200b\u200billusion dry, weeping sull'incubo poems from which he was fleeing.

At that moment, however, escaped a life hanging by a parachute. And screamed. Crazy screaming, shouting as loud as a train, yelling like the air was fresh and the wrapping.

And behold, here is something, that's the focus.

Behold the fire to burn anything.

from within.

always.

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Assignment # 5: PubMed

As requested, I poked around a bit 'in this site which, in all honesty, I did not know. This is a very positive surprise to the vast sources of information available in it. I think PubMed is easy to use not only for teaching and working, but also to any matter of simple curiosity about the medical field. What is certain is that a really full use of this source is possible, particularly for those who have some familiarity with the various fields of medicine, so as to be able to use PubMed as a source of constant updating and deepening.

This is, as was done note the allocation of the task, a site in English, but a scientific English, easy and intuitive, it appears that I do not think a big problem for most.

The most striking thing is the huge amount of PubMed of articles and information can be found there.

I decided, more or less consciously, not to use this resource for research regarding the threat (and now close) an examination of Anatomy, but I preferred to use about a topic that particularly interests me, do you want for reasons himself or by simple curiosity. This topic is Alzheimer's disease, a disease known especially in its primitive stage but that few people know the real practical impact, especially in pathological cases very advanced.

To be honest I would not recommend an article rather than another, given the large number of these with respect to the chosen theme, I can only point out that I have found a number of very interesting information, especially about new ideas research (of course we are talking about foreign countries, never ...) that are proposed by the scientific community with great frequency, and it can only increase my curiosity.

I think I'll keep updated on this issue using PubMed and therefore also can not claim to be very satisfied with this resource efficiently and, at least for me, new.

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Post # 9: Time

E 'that the time away and be like chasing. It 's all there the problem, there would be nothing difficult time in life if we expected. But he runs, he does not care to know he was born, should not explain to anyone because no one can live long enough to ask. And he knows it.

Corre, started first and won, it was adapted, the only one to have succeeded: he runs, he is aware. He understood.

runs and leaves a trail, one for each of us. Who Short, who long, he is not interested, it is not his business. Do not do it with a specific purpose, really, is that is so, the rest is all luck. And waiting.

So expect to see, day after day, what he left behind for us. Then, every so often, we turn back. And it is a very bad idea, really, the worst thing you can do. Why are the contrails disappear.

great truth.

Hell, if not we can achieve going forward, should at least be possible to turn around and enjoy the trail, maybe get over it ... again ... why not change it.

And 'logic makes perfect sense, does not bat an eyelid. It should be so do not you think? It must be so.

But no.

Then you run. Racing and leave my trail, which leaves millions, billions.

continue to follow him until he wants us to rest. We have nothing to do here. to go on him. What is left alone.

"Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death”

(Pink Floyd, “Time”)