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March 8: WOMEN'S DAY SHOWCASE

We celebrate the woman every day, not only the March 8, respect, consideration rightly, exploitation, assisting in the difficult path in life.

The woman is not an "object" of pleasure, a "body" to be used for social or other purposes. The woman performs a vital role in the family and society. Has its own "dignity" that no one can ignore, trample.

The woman should be able to fully develop their potential, fulfilled for a just and dignified inclusion in our society.

women are "PRECIOUS JEWELS", "beautiful flowers", enriched is dressed in a beautiful world.

MY WOMAN

You are sweet spring

right in hell,

color as a beautiful world,

smile that illuminates a black day.

You're in the clear water desert

preciousness that gives value to things,

sky that flies.

You are light in the tunnel of pessimism,

party that offers fun,

positive energy.

You are

soft music that you listen more willingly,

love that gives life.

You are unique ...

You're my woman,

my pride,

my "flagship".

WOMAN, POOR WOMAN

Female flower that smells

and as beautiful

the world,

woman

source of life,

treasure of virtue,

taste of sweetness, caress

sky,

you are great,

worth much! ...

However, not all

include your valor,

in the world, there are men,

you consider

an "object"

a toy

amusing.

women, the poor woman

too many stupid people

offend your dignity,

you exploit,

tread thee down,

rape you ...

Men ,

who say they are intelligent,

put you on the cross,

you're not hearing "person" ...

Perhaps, perhaps if one day,

in every corner of the world

Farthings of Justice?

Perhaps, perhaps, if it grows,

everywhere, respect for you,

you place

that you deserve?

MARIO PARTY

thought about women

I think women oppressed, exploited,

helpless, violated,

sun and poor ones.

I think women who have many duties

but few rights,

those forced into prostitution.

I think the women who live in despair.

cry in silence,

not know how to rebel.

I think women, mothers,

that put the family in the first place,

struggle continues.

I

women who work hard,

home and away.

I think women who do not have an easy life,

encounter many difficulties,

can not be realized.

I think of the virtuous women,

simple, sweet and joyful.

true ... I think women

I like these women, because

dressed in a beautiful world.

I think women who give up to be women, married since

violence.

I'm afraid of these women.

should not exist,

they just cry ...

MARIO PARTY

PRAISE

Poetry,

harmony

sweetness

beauty

living color,

human warmth, elegance

,

immensity

calm after the storm,

sweet expectation of the party,

water that quenches thirst,

peace that quiets,

light, smile and cheer,

inexhaustible vital energy ,

caress moon

luck,

heart of gold,

rare treasure ...

All these things are you

and more ...

A equal

you will not be born again.

MARIO PARTY

PRAISE TO THE WOMAN

Woman, poem of Creation,

God has given you

treasures,

beautiful flowers ...

You shine the reflection

of Divine beauty.

Woman, the heart of life,

engine of the world,

you work hard,

tirelessly.

Women, like the sun

from heat.

You bring light where darkness,

smiles where tears.

You color the world,

flavors to life.

Make amazing things,

so powerful.

Women are great!

If it were not for you,

all would be worse.

MARIO PARTY

A WOMAN

watch your eyes full of love.

I look at your face

marked by exhaustion,

look at your face

dismay and resigned.

few rare and beautiful memories

in your past.

Around you there are

precious gems

that you are worth a lifetime.

Only for them you get up every morning,

and face life with her head bowed.

The carefree youth

not last long for you, my dear,

but a woman with your virtues

golden tear a trail here.

LINDA PONDS

WOMEN

The heart of women

is a treasure trove of wonders

and hidden treasures that await

to be brought to light.

Only true love can find its way

that leads to its content.

LINDA PONDS

WOMEN

harmony of creation,

music coming from the sky.

Donna you are the hope of the future.

For you can look to tomorrow,

because you have life in his hands.

you the breast on which rests the head

the sleeping child.

you embrace Counselor

this time of grief.

You

mother, wife, daughter, lover,

safe haven for your love

who returns home after a day

work and sweat.

LINDA PONDS

a Friend

I do not know who sent you at the right time to enter

tiptoed into my world .

A world dark, cold and lonely,

where there is no place for more than a wish. The

desire of the sun,

of a new day is born.

of the stars that shine in the sky.

A world that feeds on loneliness,

where everything is covered with a black veil.

My dear friend, ray of light, six,

familiar face among unknown people,

a drop of water,

on the dry land of my heart,

the phone ring on the verge of tears.

I wanted so long, you do not know what,

hear your voice that takes me from oblivion.

LINDA PONDS

A PINA

I wish you at least once,

could feel in your heart

what I heard I

living together with my beloved.

A love can overcome all the pains,

to forget the pain and make it lighter.

A love that only look

did dissolve like snow fights.

A love that track as a train

run side by side

and though distant, is never separated.

A love that is made of two hearts,

lives one beat,

and evening, after a long day, you will find rest

standing nearby on the couch.

A love so strong that instead of ending

keeps growing, despite

even death.

LINDA PONDS

TO READERS

Send us your thoughts on the status of women in the world.

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Colonel of Artillery of the French GI 1870/71 - PART THREE

Continue the slow realization of this complicated subject, has now unexpectedly and dress the part that worries me most is the top flew off quite quickly: the Cordelle the dolman. The first attempt with a little pond has worked well, I'm satisfied!






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volumes of the muscles. I prefer to keep it a bit 'thin because during the "dressing" happens to me often exaggerate the grout creating spoporzioni.






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Focus on the painter Maria Michela Punzi

Written by Editor ART March 7 2011

Michela Maria Punzi
Born in 1965 in Meldola (FOR), Maria Punzi Michael lives and works in Ancona.
She graduated from the course of painting at the Accademia di Belle Arti di Macerata, with marks 110/110, after earning his diploma in Applied Arts section Painted decoration.
has obtained certification of specialization in Advertising Arts at the Art Institute of Urbino. Reported
Arts Prize in Milan in 1994, is awarded a silver plate for the table pictorial''Such is the time when anything can happen'', 1992, tempera and oil on canvas 80X80 cm.
In 1999 he won the National Competition Artwork banned from the Regional Superintendency of Public Works for the Marches, with the paintings''''Reverb, 1995, mixed media on canvas, 80 × 80 cm.
His major exhibitions were:
1997 - Painting female - Ancona
1997 - Damart - Fermoy - (PU)
1995 - The Collective of Painting and Ceramic Art - Sirolo - (AN)
1995-1 Biennial International Malta - Valletta -
1993 - Art Trail - Macerata -
1989 - Review of Art - Civitanova Marche (MC) -
1989 - An idea in the Old City - Ancona - 1988
Review of Painting Sculpture Graphics Olive Press - Sassoferrato (AN) -
We would also like his graphic design experience for the Fifth District of the Municipality of Ancona (1994) - Poster for the exhibition Academy of Fine Arts in Macerata (1989) - Graphic symbols for the Agency of DMP Senigallia (1988) - Posters for the Cultural Center Miguel Manara Ancona ( 1987/88). As she wrote
Professor Letizia Leonardi.
e-mail michelapunzi@virgilio.it
the image on the right pane, inspired by the lyric poet Fulvia Marconi, regional president of the Cultural Universum-Marche
THE SONG AND SNOW
L 'autumn of life goes heats,
vanishing into the mists of memory,
that sun is warm now veiled
who takes away the bloom of violet light.
E 'great anxiety passions of singing, breathing
even the smell of love,
illusion of time researching
looks secrets without remorse.
A sparrow that sings over the wire
already covered by the blanket of white,
felt around the ice, but ... he sings with
to reawaken to a low sun.
E ' so cold in my bones, feathers
no longer enough to warm it up, but
always singing and even a little slower, wanting
modular so sweetly.
I spend inclement days,
to plunder the bend of your heart,
only make you an old man,
that both know that most should not dare.
But now that the snow has covered
the footsteps of a life already passed,
the bird relies on the hope
lying supine and with the open beak;
perhaps in his eyes the almond bloom,
perhaps rethink the summer time;
no longer hear the trill the sun light,
sings love is now in its snow.
Fulvia Marconi

pane, the image of the painter Maria Michela Punzi inspired by the lyric poet Fulvia Marconi, regional president of the Cultural Universum-Marche.

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Colonel of Artillery of the French GI 1870/71 - PART ONE



This time the project is as stimulating as a whole. The challenge is to interact horse and rider in a credible position of trying to reproduce the painting in three dimensions. After hours of study and repositioning the start here.





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