An Ash Ceiling
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Gerardo D'Orrico. An Ash Ceiling
SHORT BIOGRAPHY
PREFACE
1. MIX & TWO
2. OBERO, THE ACT OF OPPRESSING
3. THE SONG OF THE FUTURE
4. ARACHNOPHOBIA
5. REMAIN UNPARALLELED
6. WHAT IS GOOD IS NOT EXCEEDED
7. LEAVING FASCISM FOREVER
8. DREAMS, TIME
9. THE HIPPOCRATIC WAR
10. RECYCLING ACTION
11. WORDS THAT CANNOT BE USED
12. THE DAY OF THE RAT IS ITS DEATH
13. THE FACT THAT IT WASN'T ME, IT WASN'T YOU…
14. AN ASH CEILING
15. IT IS A SHOCKING IDENTITY CRISIS
16. DOUBLE FREEDOM
NOTES
EPILOGUE
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Gerardo D'Orrico was born in Cosenza on March 6, 1976. After completing my high school I attended the universities of Arcavacata (CS) and Bologna but without a degree, I have a good knowledge of computer science and some musical instruments. My youth was between the residence of Luzzi (CS) and Cosenza for studies or in the hometown of my mother Villapiana (CS) by the sea. I have made many trips in Italy and someone abroad, after the military service I helped my father with his work and I dedicated myself to writing prose as well as continuing my passion for computer science and software programming, I created and manage a web-site (beneinst.it) where everyone can enter their pages for free: letters, poems, drawings, pictures, photos. So far I have published four books: 1. The good and the bad, memories 2. An ash ceiling 3. We Are Already Ten Minutes Ago 4. Say it yourself. I live in Luzzi where, among other occupations, I continue to write or revise my texts and research for technological art.
(Original cover photo, GD 1986)
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Today I am traveling for a holiday very close to my family, at the sanctuary of Santa Maria delle Armi in Cerchiara di Calabria. An evil is not good, like other misfortunes of these times, wretched is our life, destined to follow, in the very good sense we will be avenged by the future. Beatings you know, they stop people who can't stand them, they are tired or, they have no more arguments to explain their super-arrival on the planet. I'm a bit drunk as a consequence from misfortune to misfortune, the good only happens in the light, because it's a shine but, no matter who has chosen for me, for you, for everyone, has already passed.
Loneliness is a rare gift, a precious moment, what you pay to be alone. I try to understand why the hands of a clock erase the memory, I smoke a cigarette and I don't know whether to forget you or, in order to preserve you, to resist to find you again.
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