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Lucca Comics 2010 - The Return

Lucca Comics is finished ... and has been a truly outstanding!
Before I start my report on the show is a must for me to say two big "thank you": the first members of the zine "Lapis Code" and in particular selenium, they gave me the opportunity to participate in the fair, the second to all persons who have passed by our booth to buy our material. Without these two key elements I could not have all the satisfaction I had in three days of trade fair participation: thanks!

And now we begin ... First, here are the pictures of our booth!
the bench with the fanzines, t-shirt with the candy, cards and dolls Giorgia & Lucia Kink Ink brought by Selene.

The partition wall with all the gadgets created by Selene and Emilia, literally went like hot cakes!

This however is the other t-shirt, the one with the mascot of the magazine along with the Small bags ever created by Selene and some members of the review of drawings made during the stay at the booth.

Pass and all the things that I have been given away cicciose * w *

Selene has also made me a beautiful gift all by his hands ... But I want to photograph it as soon as I found the right place to keep it!

And finally, two beautiful photos of my personal Lucca! The "sweet bunnies" that I tasted for the first time in my life yesterday in a Chinese restaurant and an incredible picture with my friend Cecilia, her friends had posters of the song Robot Unicorn Attack XDDD

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HAND FULL OF SASSOLINI .......... .. In the silence of the wilderness

Yesterday afternoon I went back on the bed of a stream where I wore when I was little. I put my hand in the water and took a handful of pebbles in his fist and tenedoli water slowly took them away, return to bed so torrente.E 'I saw it slip that he knew the first pebble Christmas the window of my mother who was a tree. and Then 'was the turn of the little stone school, elementary school first meeting with regole.E' slipped away the stone of the hot dusty summers in the countryside, the smell of the mixture Lambretta, eating an ice cream on a trattore.L 'Summer City' just finished school, summer gadget to fiddle with cycling, I hardly knew the past of my nonno.E so 'progressively pebbles slipped from my hands, a stone with my mother took me to see the exhibitions, a tour of the tournaments, the top of the ravioli and pasta in the afternoon to make passare.Un pebble that reported the facts of native games, holiday, harvest, good clothes, new shoes, three kings reminds me of a pebble cavallo.Un Saturday afternoon by a friend to rub your eyes with pebbles 16.i commodore of the middle school and high school then immersed in a large pot of hot water that environment bolliva.Un pebble I describe my choice of life, sweat on the books, the goal raggiunto.La hand becomes heavier and can not keep all the pebbles and so 'goes away the stone of my father boarded a train that slowly gathered speed', needless rincorrerlo.il angular pebble in my mamma.Tutti the pebbles of the opportunities that have been played'..... so the tears that bathe the stones are no regrets for not having done something ....... The pebble in the mists of cemetery, the stone work of a small stone that made me see everything shiny and new, a stone that I would have pushed the 'away from the usual way of life, a bit far away' from everything and tutti.Tanti stones with many smiles, all stones that kept me company and I tried to bring out those words that I pebbles piacevano.Ora hand and 'empty ...... few years ritornero' on this secret and I will take my hand 'other pebbles ................ .........

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And here my friends at the gates of another winter, long and cold on this Saturday .............. give me an idea that seems of what 'waiting for me when it comes to my mind a bit' of years ago a guy wax adolescente.Le afternoons and evenings when the tasks it is allowed to sit electronic totem worship that was the commodore 64.Cera the revenge on them all life, the desire to discover new things, new ways to lavorare.Quel boy was looking for distraction from a world that was becoming more and more 'pressante.Pressante' cause she wanted him, pressing 'cause if it was no worse .......... The poem take shape on Saturday at 12:00 when she left school with a backpack that he knew fatigue, consult the newsagent already ... '... in those years meant computer magazines, tapes, floppy disks, but also single out from the world, the computer was the opposite of what is now' the home PC . Remind the boy ran home and then eating remembers those Saturday afternoons when even more 'little went by a friend who owned a Commodore 16 and dreamed together davati the TV characters and graphics that showed asterisks and snowflakes snowing semplici.Immacabilmente amplified the magic of computer science. Another Because the poem was brushing and 'when on Saturday afternoon amid the fog trying special magazines on newsstands, Dovers .... it was all the joy that you could give that guy did not know ......... What was the east, what was the china, what was the crisis, what was the working environment, what was the death ...................... .... but because 'after all then some of us have to suffer a bit' more '? Christmases past and then the double play to long waits in front of the belt that loads the binary code of a game which is now on display only in I remember better 'profondi.Quel game was all it was a distraction, and it was gratifying was' will be forever a part of the convolutions in the memory of that ragazzo.Sappiamo that there is no machine time, but like in a movie with these memories you can 'in some way relive some of the emotion that stems in part from our passato.Il my past and' made up of many of these and flash, and a 'tied to a simple and old-fashioned PC : THE COMMODORE 64.Non there 'website, facebook, or PC killer likely to conflict with the toy car rally x !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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THE SISTER OF 'ECO

I showed in the previous chapter and also enough evidence, it seems to me, and shame the damage produced by the small half ignorant, son of the most crass mezzanine products, children at the turn of the biggest philosophers unaware of their ignorance. And this fatal ignorance that we have already suffered too much and suffer and we will still have to suffer, and far. And 'this hybrid product of a civilization which is believed to illuminated, this ridiculous mixture of pseudoscience and a grotesque conceit, that I want to fight with and each can contribute according to my power to eliminate. These gentlemen who believe in their hands to bring high of just do not bring that smoky torches which leave no see ditches and ravines that open on either side of the road and even the road. This resembles a macabre funeral, and it is these that I move necrofori war. And I do not want to believe that claims to do lampadoforo, no, I am happy to rip the torch from her hands and break the smoky hard heads of the bearers: those who come after me will bring high solar lamps in their hands. My job is to clear the road while the rabble, to be a humble, conscientious sweeper.
To do this, I must marry ignorance. How one day the Holy
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all beautiful, as you dream and I want you now! I
Can you imagine a beautiful girl as pure and ignorant, you're whiter than the swan and goose, your eyes are deep blue of empty and sparks will shine like stars in the sky, your hair is twisted rays of sunshine , and your mouth do not come out smelling of rose-like innocence of playful trills echo. Since you are truly eco sister, God, helpless girl, the daughter of one who saw me dancing one day between heaven and earth, surrounded with bluish mists, the dance of the seven thousand veils.
Come, I prepared a bed of flowers in my "Tower of the five windows." What do I care for complicated reasoning and abstruse thoughts. I want to heal this troubled perplexity of this evil indefinable useless knowledge, this melancholy "made too much of the essence." I want a beauty composed of naive simplicity, and nothing is more beautiful and more candid than you. Oh, simple soul, that you know nothing, open flower in the morning, vivid and pure, fragrant and dewy, like I love you! A fresh source of origins I want to plunge back with you to cleanse my mind of all ugliness and rediscover forgotten the meaning of the first indubitable certainties. Many sources have muddied the incomposta curiosity, and labored in vain for hours to know the men s'adopra clarify them, and only this, your, remained transparent as the pure crystal and lets you see the background. I let it in and I water it purifies.
With me in the clear air, or sitting in the cool cave, you repeat the words I'll tell you and I always will seem new, enchanting new on your mouth, sweet sister of the echo.