I had the honor of being invited by Cantarelli and Silvia Paola Barbagallo, Minimondi Festival organizer, of Parma, an excellent pre-snap Bologa Fair to present the Italian edition of my book "Mr. G." Gave two workshops with kids and a two-hour discussion with students of a school. The pibitos were between seven and eight years, and were about forty. I cooked the questions, knew the book from beginning to end. With the help of Marta Corsi, the Italian publisher who gave me a wonderful hand freshly translated everything I said, we had a fucking. What gives pleasure to work well. Cute kids. They think that if some children become bitch when they get older, the world would be better.
Not to mention the good parma ham and parmesan cheese that we are still savoring Mariela, I endured the nerves that I drew with all his elegant companion who never fails.
And if this were not enough, I found a retrospective exhibition of the work of Remy charlip, he did not know at all, Mininundi organized themselves and made me fall on my ass. On the one hand, because I felt great in its beautiful simplicity, and partly because I came across a predecessor in the kind of poetry that I try to do for years. A relative without knowing. A new friend.
Here in the last picture bottom of this post, I put the cover of the book he edited Minimundi down, "Reading dance."
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