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national poetry contest SPIAGGISTA

The cultural movement of "The Spiaggismo" is pleased to launch the "I ° SPIAGGISTA national poetry contest."

Building on the success of the first edition of poetry spiaggista held last September in the magnificent setting of the Largo floor of Pasta in Minori, this year we intend to ask cooperation to all aspiring poets spiaggisti.

The theme of the compositions will be based on the themes contained in spiaggisti cultural manifesto published on the website www.lospiaggismo.blogspot.com .

There are no limitations in terms of length or in terms of metric.

The selected poems will be read in the evening to be held next September as part of events to spiaggisti Minor. The best poems, which the authors, will be awarded during the evening. For this reason it is preferable that the compositions are not anonymous, as in this case would be impossible to give it recognition. To consider the poems will be a jury of specialized spiaggisti philosophers, poets and philosophers as well as local. Each poet may submit up to maximum of 3 poems.

The shipment of the poems automatically authorize the publication on the website above and read during the evening of the awards.

Poems should be sent to the email: spiaggismo@gmail.com by the deadline of midnight on Saturday, August 28, 2010. A order has been shipped you will receive an email receipt.

spiaggismo good at all.

The President of the Organising Committee

Denise Milani - Black Dress

O'Mara

Brother!.

All of us, at least what they feel, have a sea in which it moves and sometimes agitated, with waves slamming against the rocks of ignorance and sorrow and makes us increasingly isolated from the world.

But! Maybe it's the thought of the sea that gives us the hope of finally land in a port of peace and inner well-being, where everything around us we seem worth living!.

I hope that my future course will meet soon with your order to drink like two old buccaneers what we think is the meaning of life, free from all this crusty old seaweed and shellfish covering our eyes, like the portholes of an old pirate ship which, while not bound to written laws and regulations, which by good Pirates have never accepted, it follows a route from free maps and marked only by starlight.

Joe the Pirate (spiaggista return)