Emmanuela Ciai

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling

These poems, which I wrote when I was 10 years-old, they were edited in this poetry-booklet
" The words to be read amongst us ", so I took the occasion also to have these edited on Internet....
I hope you will like these.... even if they have the simplicity of a little girl.

The cover of the booklet where two of my poetries were edited,
"The sun and the moon" - "The snow"

Wings like a dove
wings that give you freedom,
longing to fly,
to look from high above
at all that surrounds you
and realize that one day all this will finish,
longing to touch
almost reaching it,
to make yourself aware of the mystery
the huge sky-blue contains,
all the beauty, joy and bliss
enfolded above you
in that sky which seems to be untouchable,
thinking you never can reach it,
it's too high for you,
no, it's not so,
with The Angel's Wings you can touch it.

The moon set, the sun rose
he stood still and watched her
he loved her and she looked at him
the sun turned red and the day was born.

It comes down slowly
on the roofs of the cottages.
White and weary,
it lies down on the house,
and on the huge meadows.

I have participated in an intensive cinematographic course directed by one of the most famous directors of our times
Mr. Fernando Solanas

The German Minister of Foreign Affairs Joschka Fischer, at the left, the Argentine director Fernando Solanas and the Director of the 54° International Filmfestival of Berlin Dieter Kosslick after the ceremony of the Golden Bear at Berlin, Tuesday February 10, 2004. Solanas has received the award of the Honorary Golden Bear to the career.

The Argentine director Fernando Solanas held at Perugia an intensive cinamatographic workshop at the centre of the cultural association "Work in progress" and the cooperative cinematographic productions "Studio Lumière".