SF Count Wardal TV Show 300 episode: the legendary Maecenas Adriano Aragozzini

Patron of the Sanremo Festival announces his film on Gina Lollobrigida

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On January 15th, Martin Luther King Jr. Day, at 11pm PST (8am in Italy) on CH 29 San Francisco, for the 300th episode of #CountWardalTVShow, the special honorary guest is #AdrianoAragozzini, the legendary Maecenas, unforgettable patron of the Sanremo Festival. He was recently awarded the #ColumbusInternationalAward, is an honorary citizen of NYC and annually celebrated in Miami on December 27th on “Adriano Aragozzini Day.” Here is a quick overview of his amazing life, where names from the top of the world Olympus of song such as #TinaTurner and of cinema such as #GinaLollobrigida stand out.

Aragozzini started out as a journalist, but became one of the most important managers and talent scouts in the world, thanks to the singer-songwriter GinoPaoli, who was the first to elect him as his manager.

From then on, Aragozzini discovered #NicolaDiBari, managed #NicoFidenco, #PeppinoDiCapri and #LuigiTenco, was linked to the legend #Dalida and was for 30 years manager of Domenico Modugno, “Mr. Volare” who debuted on Broadway, thanks to Adriano.

He is manager of #RenzoArbore and his world-famous orchestra.

He is also the manager of #GabriellaFerri, an icon of the Roman folk song.

Aragozzini also became the manager of #PattyPravo, whose uniqueness is unparalleled.

Aragozzini also became the manager of opera celebrities such as #MariodelMonaco and is now manager of the tenor #GiuseppeGambi.

Adriano Aragozzini introduced an orchestra of 55 elements and 12 choirs to the #FestivaldiSanremo, formed highly qualified juries, revolutionized the structure of the famous Italian Song Festival and “exports” Sanremo singers with “Sanremo in the World” to the largest capitals of the world: from #Tokyo to #Cairo, to #NYC, #LA etc. , with worldwide television coverage.

Aragozzini, in the singing competition, pairs an Italian singer with a foreign super star and #LizaMinnelli, #RayCharles, #SammyDavis , #charlesAznavour #EltonJohn, #EllaFitzgerald, #TinaTurner (The Best) take to the stage. Tina and Adriano were also linked by an affectionate friendship.

In the interview of the spectacular #Wardal, the volcanic energy and brilliant talent of Adriano Aragozzini is evident and he is unstoppable in continuing to give the world unprecedented cultural and artistic innovations.

The 300th episode of CWTWS (Count Wardal TV Show) rewards one of the most famous ascetic and mystical painters #PatriziaPatti and shows one of her paintings which is the cover of her latest book “Ascetic Sign” published by #VerdeChiaroEdizioni

“Count Wardal TV show”, a popular TV show from San Francisco, in its 300th episode, is animated by Wardal, an international star of theatre, cinema and TV, whose name is linked to that of #FedericoFellini, #CarloLizzani, #DarioBellezza, #MarleneDietrich #Dalida #FrankSinatra #JoanCrawford , #LindaMcCartney etc. 

Among Wardal’s guests: #AngelaAlioto (900k) #MarySteiner (700k), #ZahiHawass (950k), H.E.#MoushiraKhattab (750k), #PinoStrabioli (750k), #AnadelaSerraVisconti (700k), #JasonZavaleta (700k), #Jennifer Glee (700k) creator, on the same BAVC Media, of the popular #PlanetGlee. #BAVC (BAVC.org) awarded at the #WhiteHouse by #MichelleObama for the 40th anniversary (11/15/2016), is directed by #PaulaSmithArrigoni, first assistant to #JavanGiles TV programs.

Towards the end of the interview Aragozzini gives Wardal truly sensational news: “Just for you Wardal and your Count Wardal TV Show, great news: I’m producing a film about my dear friend Gina Lollobrigida.”

Lollobrigida is one of the cinematographic icons who has made the history of cinema.

Viewership for the 300th episode of CWTVS, available on YouTube Count Wardal on January 16, is expected to be 800k, but expected to grow considerably over time.

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Night Hawk

after Nighthawks, by Edward Hopper (USA) 1942

1. Nighthawks: Postcards From Easy Street. A foggy night. Tom Waits choking on the microphone. Eggs and sausage, toast. Warm beer and cold women. Dewana, fading burlesque queen, bumps and grinds through another round of late night jazz. Her husband, in his taxi outside, collects the strays and malcontents and takes them elsewhere, or home, if they have one.

2. May 13, 1942. Mr. Edward Hopper, S. Washington Square, New York. Chicago. Night-Hawks. 3000, less 33 1/3%, 1000. 2000, less photos, 29.00. Check $1971.

3. “The loneliness thing is overdone,” Hopper said himself.

4. Sometime around 1992, stone cold winter, inside McDonald’s, somewhere in New York, waiting to warm. Drifting, in those days, from town to town. A gangly sort, his face a sharpened street corner, slid his tray over, sandwiches and fries. It could have been Ric Ocasek but he said his name was Voltaire. All I had on my mind was running away backwards, homewards, or if my boyfriend would come back for me after whatever business he was up to, but I distracted myself with the little salt packets heaped high in hopes of skinny fries. I was half-starved, but toughed it out by grumbling about the un-green meal I’d been given. Voltaire was unruffled, but he did have a lesson to teach. You chose this place, he said. He picked up the little white envelope and folded it until it broke open and salt snowed over the Formica. Besides, this little packet’s whole purpose is your fries, and in wait of that, to hold the essence of the world... I’d never thought of it that way before, but never thought of it any other way again. 

5. On a winter’s night, a traveler: hair full of Jupiter and copper pennies. She’s a long way from Nacogdoches and she can’t sleep. She inspects her nails, lets her new friend in the fedora edge his fingers closer to hers. He seems nice. She nods for more coffee, dreams of rum and grenadine. 

6. Another diner, a dime a dozen. A woman is writing a song. Another woman hitches up her stockings, ducks into the dawn and wields her umbrella against the rain.

7. Kaldi’s, New Orleans, Decatur Street, our meeting place. Chicory in heavy pottery. Tourists and trombones and vampires. 

8. Nine years after Nighthawks, the ballad of the sad café. 

9. Café des Nattes, Sidi Bou Said, artists gathering above the sparkling Tunisian sea for shisha and mint tea for 300 years. For one afternoon I join them, squatting down on the red and green floor mats like I lived there. A German tourist next to me is reading Hesse and on the other side, some young women are arguing amicably about the origin of tajine cookery.

10. 1990. The fleet of puffy shirts and pointy boots line the north window of the all-night Yonge and Carlton Golden Griddle like some kind of pirate wedding party. 

11. Night + brilliant interior of cheap restaurant. Bright items: cherry wood counter + tops of surrounding stools … good looking blond boy in white (coat, cap) inside counter. Girl in red blouse, brown hair eating sandwich. Man night hawk (beak) in dark suit… holding cigarette…Sign across top of restaurant, dark—Phillies 5¢ cigar… Note: bit of bright ceiling inside shop against dark of outside street—at edge of stretch of top of window. Descriptive notes for her husband’s work by Jo Hopper

12. Everything Hopper painted was a kind of movie still. 

13. A clean well-lighted place, a cafe church, an American prayer.

Lorette C. Luzajic reads, writes, publishes, edits, and teaches small fictions and prose poetry. Her work has been published in hundreds of journals, and translated into Urdu and Spanish. She was selected for Best Small Fictions 2023. She has been nominated several times each for Best Small Fictions, Best Microfictions, Best of the Net, the Pushcart Prize, and Best American Food Writing. She has been shortlisted for Bath Flash Fiction and The Lascaux Review awards. Her collections of small fictions are The Rope Artist, The Neon Rosary, Pretty Time Machine and Winter in June. Lorette is the founding editor of The Ekphrastic Review, a journal of literature inspired by art, running for almost nine years, and the brand new prose poetry journal, The Mackinaw. Lorette is also an award-winning mixed media artist, with collectors in more than 40 countries so far. 

“Sa’d ibn Abu Waqqas” on pilgrimage gohi

Do you know about the pilgrimage Goh “Saint father”, which is located in the Gallaorol District of the Jizzakh region?

Asli’s name,” sa’d ibn Abu Waqqos”, means that the shrine is divided in two. The upper part of the shrine is the outer area of the complex-it contains beautiful and sacred springs, unique nature and picturesque landscapes. Interested in the history of the shrine, the lower part houses the ancient mosque and Mausoleum of the “SA’d ibn Abu Waqqos” mausoleum.

The village of the Saint appeared in the 7th century AD, and it was named in honor of Said ibn Abu Waqqos, one of the close companions of the Arab commander Muhammad, who took part in the historical events near the Fortress of Mug. Saeed ibn Abu Waqqas was the son of the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH).a.v) of his companions in 17th century, he was one of the first to convert to Islam. There are also holy springs and a small lake bearing the same name.

A person who excels in sports!

Sports that keep us upright,
Takes to the heights,
Set a record in every field
Athletes win always!

Gyms are waiting for us,
It only requires worked,
A chance for a boy or girls
The doors are opened!

A person who excels in sports,
In training full of energy,
Get up early every day
Runs, eats healthy!

Sports-health guarantee,
Make the words a slogan,
To do sports
Consider it a glory for the nation!

Farkhodova Nodira Ulugbek's daughter was born on November 14, in 2008 Shafirkon district of Bukhara region. She is a student in 9 th grade of 38th Specialized State General Education School of the Shafirkon district public education department. She is a young amateur who is interested in writing poetry. There are more than 30 poems in total. "A person who excels in sports", "My Motherland", "My mother language is my pride and joy" and many other poems were published in newspapers and magazines.  In addition, she took pride of place in several contests.

Today, I returned home to an environment painted with the orchestra of my mother’s screams- half
singing, half whimpering.
That is another way of saying my father has done it again.
She said “ how did your father’s hands which held gifts for me morph into a fist?”
That is to say, his fist no longer unravel gifts but spanks.
I mean every time I mirror my mother’s face,
It still hold a map of my father’s palm prints. And when she sings to the obeisance of my father’s fist,
my eyes vies with a cloudy sky.
Now I pretend I’m an artist
Yet I keep sketching images of a man
Letting his anger escape his fist to his wife.
That is a shorter way of saying, I barely imagine a peaceful union.

WAVES OF WORDS

Our emotions go so beautifully hand in hand
I am the calm in your heart, like the silent lake
You are the waves of words that bring out the excitement
and every emotion in me.. And you, like a brook that turns
into a river; creating  a strong current inside of me and
causing the beauty from within me to spill out for you 
I am the reflection of you like a mirror to your soul
And when I look in your eyes I see me looking back
You walked lightly into the beautiful garden of my life
It was so subtle that I didn't realize that you entered
my deepest dreams.. into the soul of my subconscious
So when I fall asleep, you wait there patiently for me;
Sitting on the shore of my dreams..
causing waves of words that stir the very core of my being.. .❤


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Jordan

My Treasure, My Jewel,  With eyes bluer than a tropical pool. 
Her heart as big as the sky.. 
She only knows love which she learned from the One above 
and hate has no room in her life. 
Her beauty is like no other which she inherited from my daughter; her mother, 
and her kindness shines clearly from her smile. 
She has crossed borders to other lands, stood side by side helping foreign hands, 
and all when she was only a young girl.  
She now is grown with a life of her own and no prouder could I be of my Pearl. 
With a servant's heart and a teacher's smarts,  and no fear of what lies ahead....  that's my girl. ❤


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 THROUGH ROSY DREAMS

I lay among the blooms in a lush green glen waiting for you
under a blanket of starlight and a smiling moon
The diamond buds bloom beneath the sheer blossoms
As a golden bird sings to you the sweetest song of love
Floating on a silver cloud above me, I call to you 
and you swoop down to great me in this sky of blue
You take me where only hope remains and the petals 
of the beautiful bloom of the lotus never closes
Life on earth holds little magic for you and I
as the separation of our two hearts continues
to seek only disillusionment through rosy dreams.


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Bio:

Kristy Ann Raines is an American poet and author born in Oakland California, In the United States of America.  
She is an accomplished international poet and writer.  Kristy has five books which will soon be published. 
One anthology with a prominent poet from India, Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai called, “I Cross my Heart from East to West.”
She has also written two fantasy books entitled, “Rings, Things and Butterfly Wings” and “Princess and The Lion”, a collection of poems in English,” which she intends to use for a book written together with another very prominent poet in Saudi Arabia, which all proceeds will go to charity for children,  and a book of poems, stories and thoughts on her life called, "Her Very Anomalous Life".  Kristy has received many literary awards for her unique style of writing. She also enjoys her work as an Activist and Humanitarian, for the Rohingya People in the refugee camps of Cox's Bazar, whom she has come to love, and also tries to raise money for an orphanage in India.  

ink ink ink & we leave it

lemon face
thoughts, maybe


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tomorrow counts for corn

june goose

legendary large
amounts of truck stop


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voices in the mire

howdy, dave!

centimeter schwa
chaco canyon


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[major houlihan]

beginning &
lake toe supreme


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five-doppler footlong

three flowers later

pecos
pecan
pecos


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bio/graf

J. D. Nelson’s poems have appeared in many publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of ten print chapbooks and e-books of poetry, including *Cinderella City* (The Red Ceilings Press, 2012). Nelson’s first full-length collection is *in ghostly onehead* (Post-Asemic Press, 2022). Visit his website, MadVerse.com, for more information and links to his published work. His haiku blog is at JDNelson.net. Nelson lives in Boulder, Colorado, USA.