Not The One afternoon So. Di Felice.
Saturday, November 22 no records.
We got his jacket and shirt and beautiful as we made for special occasions. At Edison
libraries of Pescara's press conference to present the film "Do not know" Di Felice Brothers. As anyone knows, the soundtrack of the film is all Sunflower: the entire album an original invisible + (erase) + original music written by Frank and Andrew. Moreover, in the DVD extras is the video for "not staying here" song that anticipates the release of our new record. Ca va sans dire , we could not miss.
Sitting in front of a microphone, Alessandro Di Felice, Gianluca Arcopinto (producer the film), Cristiano Di Felice, Giampaolo Mancini (actor).
The libraries are full. Arcopinto takes the first word. They say surprised to see so many people gathering there. Then he tells the strange way in which he met Alexander and Christian. He says that one day he received a letter full of insults. It was the business card of Alexander. A defiant and angry letter in which our writer complained about the pathetic situation prevailing in the independent Italian cinema. He complained that he and his brother had done a great job of which, however, seemed not to affect anyone. Was clearly a provocation. Gianluca Arcopinto acknowledge the decline of Italian cinema is a bit 'as shoot the red cross. Arcopinto, in fact, as many know, is a guru of independent film in our house. And 'one of the few producers who is looking for talented filmmakers to emerge and that helps them, pulling them out from the anonymity in which they occur. In short, is one who goes in search of beautiful things. The right man for those with talent to spare.
After receiving the letter, Arcopinto decides to take up the challenge and set off on Cerratina. In studies of Rofilm, sits down and looks not So. Lo 's so that discovers the world of The Felice Brothers. From that moment happen several things. Great stuff. Until you get to today, libraries, Edison, the first stage of a presentation Monday dvd will also L'Aquila and Rome. Wow ...
At one point, Chris took the floor. E 'visibly moved, said of the film and the difficulties encountered to complete his project. He speaks of sacrifice and dedication it takes to make films, self-made . Then he spoke with Alexander, who interrupts one of his usual makeshift gag. People laugh. The atmosphere is more relaxed and the ice breaks. The two are now quite comfortable. Who knows them knows that when it is so, does not stop them anymore. In fact, everything runs smoothly. They answer all the questions of journalists. Their first press conference was a success.
At one point, Chris talks about the Sunflower. He says that our music has inspired most of the scenes of the film. We're obviously flattered. In the end, before saying goodbye, another welcome gift. Is projected video for "Do not stay here." The people applaud. Although we applaud. Di Felice great. Never was most welcome break from the records. Thanks
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Mustard Yellow Walls Living Room C
us love! SLEEP
Your sigh is corduroy
On my naked heart
wears a soft streaks of fire burn my
resistance barriers are not made for us We are always looking
has always stuck in lives of others
digging in the ground with his hands
There contaminate
bleed and limp
Nor let us know!?
let your voice shine a little 'Night
On my doubts Let me warm in the folds of your lips
Scansano the pain from his shoulders.
Without uncertainties runs out to meet
Full of Red Rose is my soul I feel the fragrance
you like to be mesmerized by her
So now you let me warm!
not think about tomorrow
No bandages
premature for us to let your skin warms shivering
let the flesh is flesh
I now understand why I taught you
will be my pleasant task ...
nails penetrate the ultimate strength is the passion
Love this! In this round round
enigmatic masks
We had lost sight of us
We are here now, not to lose the moment this awareness
Laviamoci
We live off the Zozzo, itchy and What next? "
The night with its play of light will have no boundaries
We have no more masters that withered from pulpits thunder
We are our law and our religion!
On my naked heart
wears a soft streaks of fire burn my
resistance barriers are not made for us We are always looking
has always stuck in lives of others
digging in the ground with his hands
There contaminate
bleed and limp
Nor let us know!?
let your voice shine a little 'Night
On my doubts Let me warm in the folds of your lips
Scansano the pain from his shoulders.
Without uncertainties runs out to meet
Full of Red Rose is my soul I feel the fragrance
you like to be mesmerized by her
So now you let me warm!
not think about tomorrow
No bandages
premature for us to let your skin warms shivering
let the flesh is flesh
I now understand why I taught you
will be my pleasant task ...
nails penetrate the ultimate strength is the passion
Love this! In this round round
enigmatic masks
We had lost sight of us
We are here now, not to lose the moment this awareness
Laviamoci
We live off the Zozzo, itchy and What next? "
The night with its play of light will have no boundaries
We have no more masters that withered from pulpits thunder
We are our law and our religion!
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Girdles Forsmall Women
GRAVE (04/23 / '06)
Nothing yet another leap
nothing wrong
The void is too deep you can see why
free love of the senses into oblivion ...
Dejected Way to Your Path
Looking into each window
stealing fragments of the lives of others trying to understand if
loneliness is not just my worm.
I turn over in bed unmade
feel the Your watchful spirit Light
sleep on my grave I feel the vital touch
dreams come back.
the night as the day's death as life
Words such things are not done
lives lived through thick glasses as thick as the wall that divides us now.
.. nothing more nothing wrong
Another jump
The void is too bright because you can touch
Mix
canceling the nuances of the soul.
nothing wrong
The void is too deep you can see why
free love of the senses into oblivion ...
Dejected Way to Your Path
Looking into each window
stealing fragments of the lives of others trying to understand if
loneliness is not just my worm.
I turn over in bed unmade
feel the Your watchful spirit Light
sleep on my grave I feel the vital touch
dreams come back.
the night as the day's death as life
Words such things are not done
lives lived through thick glasses as thick as the wall that divides us now.
.. nothing more nothing wrong
Another jump
The void is too bright because you can touch
Mix
canceling the nuances of the soul.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Where To Rent Prom Dress Manila
AS IS! (25/11/2008)
the streets are intersections of emotions
feeble as steel but soft lips of a lover as they approach
All
They travel parallel moments Sometimes
years
You are leaving goodbye But
is only a "goodbye" Sooner or later you
risfioreranno
Like the skin of "his and her"
Like dreams that parents tengon hot for the children
E everything starts to turn
While you search for a neutral balance on the rope
paradox
You move so slowly
Nudes only clouds or dew on
Burning saltwater as the truth in fear of aborted
disagreements with stinging humor of heavy Acre
smells and sweaty
Everything is not what is
This is what we can not understand
If not taken by the hand
From a young confidant, lover persuasive
Hologram
dreams that will only and only if you want ...
And do you want?
feeble as steel but soft lips of a lover as they approach
All
They travel parallel moments Sometimes
years
You are leaving goodbye But
is only a "goodbye" Sooner or later you
risfioreranno
Like the skin of "his and her"
Like dreams that parents tengon hot for the children
E everything starts to turn
While you search for a neutral balance on the rope
paradox
You move so slowly
Nudes only clouds or dew on
Burning saltwater as the truth in fear of aborted
disagreements with stinging humor of heavy Acre
smells and sweaty
Everything is not what is
This is what we can not understand
If not taken by the hand
From a young confidant, lover persuasive
Hologram
dreams that will only and only if you want ...
And do you want?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)