WHERE A POEM CAN ARRIVE

WHERE A POEM CAN ARRIVE

Today the Advent calendar gives us the tiptoe story of the blog Where a poem can arrive

On tiptoe because she talks about classical dance, but on tiptoe also for how Laura, the author, introduces herself and presents her story.

Laura is enrolled in the Faculty of Engineering of the Polytechnic and for me she is automatically esteem, but at the same time she describes herself as a dreamer with a great desire to travel the world and with a whole series of characteristics that I particularly love.

Laura is 19 and has already written a lot
The name of the blog is Where a poem can arrive, and it is difficult to find an answer, but perhaps it is easier to say Where Laura can arrive and I wish it, because she really deserves .

And in the meantime she brings us to none other than Juilliard where her dance partner won a scholarship, and where she set her story Nutcracker in New York:

Snow fell heavily over New York City. It covered the roofs of the houses, the streets, the street lamps, the bare trees, everything was becoming white and the Christmas atmosphere was starting to be felt under the sky of the Big Apple. Ally was on her way to Juilliard, the dance school where she had been studying for three years now, with the bag on her right shoulder and the i-pod playing the notes of the candy fairy dance in her left handgo on here

WHERE A POEM CAN ARRIVE

THE COURT

The Advent calendar today brings us back to the art form that started the first day: the blog The court gives us a drawing!

Alessia, the author, deals with editing, graphics and social media.  She tells of herself that she hates SEO rules and I can only give her a five …

But in reality it is enough to visit the blog The court to find out how creative she is also as the author of books, short stories, poems and acrostics.

In particular, the title of her latest book is Havel: just drop by to find yourself in a fantasy world waiting to be discovered!

The court’s Christmas Carol XIV:

Colored in Photoshop, the drawing is done in pencil, inspired by a couple of photos found online. The sheet is a bamboo sheet I found from Tiger. They are very strange sheets (they are not white but yellowish) but that I am really loving you can find it here

SUSPENDED PANETTONE

SUSPENDED PANETTONE

Suspended Panettone is a Milanese initiative that takes its inspiration from the famous suspended coffee in Naples.

With Laura from At Amalia’s table we have already made a comparison between Naples and Milan to understand the most common habits and ways to drink coffee

And, as a curious coincidence, in recent days we found ourselves studying Christmas sweets starting from the tale of the legends about Panettone

I therefore find this new intersection between Naples and Milan even more beautiful because when it comes to generosity there is always something to learn.

Suspended panettone arises from the assumption that unfortunately many people find themselves facing conditions of extreme discomfort, with the aggravating consideration that the situation is constantly and constantly worsening.

Of course, Panettone cannot make any difference, but it can represent a very small gesture, an outstretched hand, a breath of warmth on a day that should be peaceful for EVERYONE.

Therefore, using the Naples system, according to which it is possible to pay for a coffee at the bar leaving the manager the right to offer it to those who are unable to, even in Milan you can buy a Panettone that will remain waiting to be donated.

Furthermore, to each suspended Panettone, the pastry shop will add another in order to double the total number of panettone to give.

To orchestrate this initiative, an ETS was born: “Associazione Panettone Sopeso” which will deliver the panettone to two Milanese structures: the Enzo Jannacci reception home and the Custodi Sociali of the Municipality of Milan.

The patisseries giving this opportunity are recognizable through an exposed logo

and the list, complete with addresses and coordinates, is available on the website where it is also possible to donate online.

It is Christmas and on the Navigli, as in the center of Milan, it is no longer possible to enter the shops: the meager or the hefty salaries allow everyone an ungenerous crowd in search of a happiness that is not there, or that at least cannot be bought. This year I put out the candles: everyone invited me, but that night I won’t do anything different, nothing that I don’t always do, just like when I was a child; at the limit we changed rooms, we went from the room to the dining room to see if Jesus had arrived, and to eat the panettone, which was then called “el pan de Toni” …

Alda Merini, 21 December 2006 

WHERE A POEM CAN ARRIVE

BRUISES AND MUSIC

Bruises and music is the name of the blog that gives us today’s story for the Advent calendar

In addition to Bruises and music on the blog I found the dose of irony I really like, and in addition to bruises there may also be broken bones, just as in addition to music there may also be stories, dreams, ideas, insights, considerations, random phrases … that is my natural habitat.

In fact, I found myself very well and I liked the particular surprise at the end of the story.

And I immediately immersed myself in the story because the story is here and now, it’s reality, it’s the imperfection of an idealized character, it’s pocket-sized Magic.

Yes, the magic we can perhaps try to aspire to, the restricted magic, the reduced magic, the magic that can contain hope.

Whoever writes is not a bot, whoever writes knows paranoia quite well, whoever reads and is like me, understands, but above all whoever reads will love Hippos for Christmas:

The conveyor belt started with a dull hum, and the first thing he saw coming was a pack of dog diapers. The old man took it reluctantly, turned it around in his hand for a couple of seconds as if he were observing an unknown alien life form and finally slipped it into the box, ready to be packedgo on here

WHERE A POEM CAN ARRIVE

CENTOQUARANTADUE DOES THE ENCORE

I have already told you about the blog Centoquarantadue and how it is made up of two Souls: She, who wrote the story n. 3 of the Advent calendar, and He.

On this Sunday before Christmas Centoquarantadue does an encore and gives us the story by He.

I state that I already had my eyes to heart reading the presentation: I am He, who adores She. Writing together allows us to maintain a deep bond, despite the distance and other unspecified adversities.

Simply wonderful words.

And as if that weren’t enough, the story also moved me particularly because it awakened a memory linked to my Mom.

I don’t want to reveal anything but I advise you not to miss this Christmas Surprise:

There were just a few days before Christmas and, like every year, the delivery of the prize for kindness was held in the village: during the year, whoever wanted, could report one or more people who had distinguished themselves for acts of generosity, and at the end of the year , just before Christmas, the chosen ones were rewarded during an official ceremony attended by almost the whole country  go on here. 

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