We have decided with his son Alessio Camardo, to share important moments about the great personality, master painter Nino Camardo, so the people will know more about his amazing and very important artistic work.

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EVA Petropoulou Lianou 

Official ambassador for

Maestro Nino Camardo

AS

Responsible

Media partner

Personal curator

Of master

Nino Camardo

Great artist

Alessio Camardo

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An extract from the CV of Maestro Nino Camardo

He emigrated very young, at just 13 years old, crossing skies, seas in search of a life different from the one that presented itself before his eyes, hoping to be able to realize my dreams, his wonderful world, his essence his pride his humanity his dignity and on the gift. Nino Camardo, in the 70s, still young compared to other painters, participated in major events of naive painting, which had created highly successful personal exhibitions and events and distinct artistic movements of naive painting, in Italy and abroad. Famous writers wrote that he was the first Italian naive known in the world, something that few painters could boast.

In the 1960s he received national and international awards such as the award from the Centro di Studio di Roma, an award for art studies, art in the world and loyalty to art, silver medal from the Italian President Giovanni Leone, Honorary Academician of the Vatican State, Ambassador of art in the world, Knight of the Cross of Malta and many other awards and first prizes, medals, cups, diplomas, certificates he was also given a horse.

Inserted in the Getty Museum, Wikipedia in several languages. Numerous were the personal exhibitions. He was one of the first to export his art in the world such as New York, Miami, San Francisco, Mexico, Toronto, Los Angeles etc.. in Italy he was one of the first to have a personal exhibition in the Palazzo delle Esposizioni in Rome, department of antiquities, fine arts and cultural problems of the municipality of Rome and many other personal exhibitions in Italy, his works have been sold all over the world.

My father has known a lot in the world of art from Picasso, Giorgio de Chirico, Salvador Dalì, Jo Pomodoro, Guttuso, Giovanni March, etc… being the youngest he defines them as their fathers in interviews made by national radios such as Vatican Radio live from Rome and broadcast in several languages ​​and I attach the others. He was a friend of Mike Bongiorno, the golden couple of comedy Sandra and Raimondo Vianello, Franco and Ciccio Ingrassia, etc.. also singers like La grande Mina, Riccardo Cocciante, Renato Zero and many others.

Highlights of the Brightest year

Time has many definitions, such as “flowing river”, “deep wind”, “irrevocable wealth” and it always amazes us. Because sometimes we don’t even have time to feel it. Just yesterday it was summer, the sun was shining, people were tired of the heat and went to cool places, but suddenly today it seems like a severe winter has came and our thick hats are covered with snow. It’s hard to believe that another year behind us is the name “old”. And the summary made at the end of the year will make someone happy and someone’s tongue will be dulled. But, no matter what happened, everyone is happy when they summarize the past year. After all, how many people did not reach these moments, did not make plans and dreams for the new year, did not pass through a passage of high time. I’m happy too, of course. Because, I am finally writing about the past year. Every year is refreshing and rich in memories. 2024 was the most intense, important and special year. Why?

 First of all, I graduated from the school where I spent most of the last eleven years with excellent grades. During those times, we grew up, learned letters, met our first teachers, classmates, and achieved our first victories. The first of many unforgettable memories was in our school. And the year 2024 signed and closed the book of this period…

Moreover, this year provided unforgettable moments of learning, realizing its value and living as an applicant. After graduating from school, I specially prepared for university entrance exams in the summer months. I felt like I was drowning in the sea of ​​knowledge, far from my home, without a phone, without distractions. Indeed, knowledge is a sea without end. The best teachers connected me with this sea. Everyone around me worked hard for their future. We have become a family gathered at the same destination for the same purpose. It was very difficult… Sleepless nights, long types of books, painful results… Especially the burden of trust, hope, and responsibility on our shoulders was heavy. The heart was constantly running between poor sweet dreams and fear.

One day… One exam day showed the result of so many efforts and aspirations. I was grateful for my fate. I can’t thank my parents enough for always supporting me. Because they gave opportunities and confidence, taught to be on the path of knowledge and specific goals. “I wish all parents were like them,” I said, crying involuntarily. In the villages, little attention is paid to the education of girls. Grandparents and parents rarely invest in their daughters’ education. But my grandfather and grandmother are the people who expected me to become a student more than me. Their prayer, motivation and faith had a special place in this event.

So, in 2024 I got the name “Student”. As I dreamed, I was accepted to study English philology and language teaching faculty at the University of Journalism and Mass Communications of Uzbekistan with a score of 182.4 on the basis of a state grant. I have achieved one of my biggest goals for the year. I started the fall season as a student. I really felt that being a student was a golden age. Living independently in a new way of life, away from family, is not easy. But this is an inevitable life for everyone. My love for my university is different. In it, my teachers share new knowledge with us, new friends, new agenda, new library and books, new city, new bedroom, new adventures, new photos on my phone, new conversations with my parents, family and scholarship money, my new card… I love all of them. 2024 will be remembered in my future life with this sweet news.

They say, “A person who stops reading books stops thinking.” One of my biggest fears in 2024 was to stop thinking. It doesn’t matter when, where, how much you read. In fact, not to become materialistic in the city where life is boiling every second, emphasizing the economic aspects. It is the most important thing not to become a stranger to activities that you love, that are truly beneficial for you, that bring perfection to your soul, and not to lose your identity. This year I took a break from creativity. Nevertheless, in April 2024, I won the second place in the regional stage of the “Dillarda Vatan Madhi” competition . I was awarded with cash prizes. My creative works were published in newspapers and magazines. There were times when I really wanted to write…I couldn’t. But it is clear that what I felt this year will  affect what I write in the future. “The best investment is an investment in science!” I tried to invest in my knowledge. By studying in the educational program of “Kelajak: ilmi qizlar hamjamiyati”, I progressed and developed in a certain sense. I also successfully graduated from the Turkish language classes of “Ibrat Academy”.

I really believe that there is wisdom in all of my losses and unfulfilled plans. As much as possible, people should pay attention to the positive aspects of the events that are happening in their life, be thankful for everything, because then life will start presenting bright gifts. I am happy to have discovered many new experiences, new destinations, new feelings, to be with my family, to live the days I dreamed of. A short summary of this year could have been written much more. But as I said above, time surprises us with its speed. The new year is coming with greetings. Making beautiful intentions for 2025, creating a map for dreams… Oh, there’s still a lot to do. What about you, dears? Have you summed up the year 2024, did you give thanks? Have you set goals for the new year? If your answer is “no”, I would like to remind you: The future happiness, the tears of joy that will flow from your eyes suddenly will be the result of your actions, hard work that you are doing today. Appreciate the time!

Shahnoza Ochildiyeva

Uzbekistan Journalism and Mass Communications

University English philology and teaching languages faculty

First year student.

« Nos cœurs sont pleins de printemps, vivre est une prière que seul l’union des hommes peut exaucer » Rachida Belkacem                                            

“Our hearts are full of spring, living is a prayer fulfilled only through men’s union”

« Le ciel n’est pas sans mémoire, nos vies l’emplissent de notre courage intense et notre humanité. »Rachida Belkacem.                                                     

“The sky is not without memories, our lives fill it with intense courage and humanity”

« Tu naquis le jour de mon crépuscule, 

La lueur éclairant mon chemin,

Me tendant la main,

Faisant éclore d’un geste les fleurs, 

Transformant chaque combat,

Par ta présence épurant le monde,

Le transformant en bénédiction divine »

“You are born the day of my dusk,

The light shining on my path,

Handing me your hand,

Making flowers blossom with a gesture,

Transforming every combat,

Purifying the world through your presence

And transforming it to a divine blessing

Les secrets de l’appartenance

Certains regards ne sont pas d’aujourd’hui,
Ils reflètent un ailleurs lointain,
Une histoire,
Une vision portant les âmes de nos ancêtres,
Certains sont plus puissants que d’autres,
Plus souverains, 
Ce sont des guides,
Que les hommes appellent suppléments d’âme.
Ce regard est libre, s’affranchit des exigences de l’instant.
Témoin de nos amnésies diurnes.      

The secrets of belonging

Some looks are not from today,
They reflect a distant elsewhere,
A history,
A vision carrying the souls of our ancestors,
Some are more powerful than others,
More sovereign,
They are guides,
That men call soul supplements.
This look is free, frees itself from the demands of the moment.
Witness to our diurnal amnesias.
       

Sonorités intérieures

J’ai caché des fleurs dans tes silences,
Ton absence me murmure intensément : rien ne dure,
Tout continue d’exister,
Il su’it d’apprendre à voir,
Je me laisse envahir par les notes de ta voix,
Un murmure fragile, chargé de vérité,
Hypnotique et onirique,
J’y crois. 
Je n’ai pas le choix,
Je te porte en moi, 
J’ai caché des fleurs dans tous les silences, 
Elles me parlent d’éternité dans l’éphémère.
Je n’ai pas le choix,          
J’y crois.

  

Inner sounds

I have hidden flowers in your silences,
Your absence whispers to me intensely: nothing lasts,
Everything continues to exist,
It is enough to learn to see,
I let myself be invaded by the notes of your voice,
A fragile whisper, full of truth,
Hypnotic and dreamlike,
I believe in it.
I have no choice,
I carry you within me,
I have hidden flowers in all the silences,
They speak to me of eternity in the ephemeral.
I have no choice,
I believe in it.

I was born in Hauts-de-France, live in Ile-de-France, graduated in occupational health from the University of Paris-Est Créteil.
I have been involved in the world of culture in France and Morocco for several years.

A former radio columnist, I was decorated with the High Badges of the Divine Academy in Paris in 2018 and in 2021 with the title of Grand Ambassador of Culture and the Arts for my investment in the field of international culture.
In 2020, I had the pleasure of being a member of the jury for the literary prize “D’ailleurs et d’ici” when it was created by Marc Cheb Sun.

My first novel “La révolte des secrets” was published in January 2020.
I collaborated on the book “Morocco de quoi ont-nous peur” under the direction of Abdelhak Najib and Noureddine Bousefiha Editions Orion.
True to my dual French and Moroccan culture, I was chosen and featured in the art book “Le temps des femmes libres” by Abdelhak Najib alongside 150 committed and inspiring women in Morocco and the diaspora. A book dedicated to women, to all Moroccan women who have marked their time, women who distinguish themselves through their journeys and their paths in life.

In 2021, I published in France a collection of poetry “Phronésis” Editions Mindset, (Illustrations Ilham Laraki Omari painter). It has been available on the mindset, Amazon, Fnac websites and in all bookstores in France since July 2021.
In 2022, I also participated in the international literature event in January, a literature festival where life meets literature: “Panorama International Literature Festival 2022” representing France.
I also participated in the Paris-France event, placed under the theme “Morocco, land of cultures and arts” at the Fondation Maison du Maroc – FMDM as an author and speaker.

I had the privilege of exhibiting and signing my books at the famous and prestigious Carrousel du Louvre in Paris in April 2022 with Divine Académie.
On October 8, 2023, I received the literary prize “Coup de cœur” at the book fair in the city of Soissons in France for my collection of poetry “Phronesis”. A fair paying tribute to women and writing.”
This literary journey led me to be appointed President of the René Depestre literary prize in 2023 for Editions Milot and the Adventus Nova association in Paris, a prize to pay tribute to the illustrious writer René Depestre whose work remains a source of light. A unique international prize allowing authors from all continents visibility and spotlighting. The strength of this prize is to bring an audience together with a work, regardless of the country.

A commitment with an international dimension that honors me.
In 2024, I preface and participate in the collective work Poésie: Luttes et Combats published by Milot, a collective work under the direction of Amar Benhamouche, a reflection by authors of different sensibilities on the place of poetry today and tomorrow.
Finally, I participated in several book signing sessions with readings and spoke at numerous conferences in France and abroad.
I remain on humanist themes with an attraction to nature, women, and their connection to the world.

1. AFTERMATH ECHOES OF DEVASTATION

& today I want to write about war.

Of a country. So, I pick a book to write.

& in this book, I saw another book trying to become a book.

a history. & this book birth six pages of beautiful calligraphy

filled with scars from the aftermath of a war—

A testament of time and memory.

1.

A baby drank the blood of his parents

when he saw a bullet pass through them.

2.

Our village men bare their chest

in boldness, handling a metal they never knew

& fell like autumn leaves. One..

Two. Three. More.

3.

 Fire rained from the sky

and thousand dropped into the ground.

4.

A boy was crying in the middle of a burnt village

that his father went to the farm,

&  his mother went to the market,

& not one of them came back home.

5.

The village chief went to the

empty field, then to the marketplace,

& to the riverside,

& the only treasure he found

is the ashes of his peoples.

6.

Every day, we blend war into our skin,

and chew its aftermath like a bitter kola.

But we never learn how to let it go

off the memory of love.

2. BROKEN PRAYERS.

It is the late hour of the moon.

Cookoo- roo-koo, a rooster crowed and

We bent our knees and watched it kiss the ground.

we knot our hands and let it it beat our hearts upward.

we shiver, the rain splash, we grit our teeth

& say words broken between lines

that thunders the earth,

& lighten  the sky.

Darkness threatened to overcome light

& we say, more words like fragment

of a broken water caged in our hearts.

Before the tattered altar,

Our soul withered away like the wind.

Away to the top of a lonely mountain,

where we bury ourselves in God’s memory.

3. PARADES OF UNSUNG THRENODIES.

Let me begin this poem like this;

A heartless song surfaces in love’s lust,

& its sour melody strikes the string of a old

zither killing the silence of  night.

Outside my window pane, under the purple light,

a lonely bird sits on a grass of reeds

& sings a song of loss; it builds a castle of grief,

A friend wrote; Life is such a greasely wound.

Let me begin this poem again.

A heartless song surface in love’s lust,

& In fields where we once played football,

like the dried leaves from a tree, many souls fell.

Some are children that got lost on their mothers back

& some are children that got lost with love’s intoxication.

A god once passed by this field, and played

a sonorous tune to the voices in the unknown.

Evolution

Despite a lot of searching, no road can be seen today.

The only way is to go wrong,

Wandering in the wrong direction;

I lost consciousness on my troubled feet, 

Just behind the illuminated light in an imaginary way.

This is not an intoxication at all

As with any other branches of thought;

Surrounds me like a narcotic.

Question-arrows are thrown at the shadowy time of evening

Hieroglyphic is diagnosed during the trip;

Flying unknowingly, I get indifferent and disappointed, 

Just sit across from the thought behind the conversation.

Yet the same path is often repeated;

I wish I could float a Sampan-boat,

I anchor somewhere near the new lake,

And deliberately change the radar – to the North-south-east-west

Being Amundsen, get involved in searching a new path

Only a difficult vow remains inside the pole of mind.

The pathways are all colourful today. 

The algae and wild high-grasses have sprouted 

Got leaned and worn out. 

Day goes by, night goes by and while waiting for eternity –            

The exhausted path of discovery only turns into an amphibian.

Ashraful Kabir is an essayist & literary critic from East Rampura, Dhaka, Bangladesh. He can be reached at raselasraful@gmail.com

FAREWELL 

I've got to say "farewell"
For now, I'm happy to tell.
This is my ultimate goodbye.
Not a single drop of tear to cry.

Farewell to you, the old "me!"
Elated like winning a prix.
Call of a grandeur awakening,
To a better self, I am becoming.

Life of anxieties and melancholy,
Recreated into joy and serenity.
Life of fear and loneliness,
Now filled with love and happiness.

Drowned into the waters of desperation,
Now facing the beauty with sheer admiration.
It is my time to shine and rejoice
For in my life, this is my best choice!

Farewell to the self of my yesterdays,
Know the new me without overlays.
See the most beautiful transformation,
Richly deserving great felicitation.

Leaving behind cynicism, be shunned
As the days roll by and quickly spun
It's a day to wear my heart on my sleeve,
I am at my best, trust and believe!

Writing is the tool of emotional healing”. Meet Abeera Mirza, an English literature gold medalist, teacher and gifted poet. She won numerous awards for her passion for words. Her poem “Sorry” has inspired readers to heal. It started with poetry and progressed to prose. Abeera has contributed to more than 200 anthologies and many international magazines such as Raven Cage (Germany), Barcelona Magazine (Spain), Pencraft Literary Magazine (Bangladesh), International Literature Language Journal (USA), Alessandra Today, (Italy) Cultural Reverence WordPress, (India) Orfeu. Al, (Albania), Fatehpur Resolution Blogspot (India) and Poetic Essence Publications (India). Her interview has been published on The Mount Kenya Times and Poetic Essence Publications (India). She has won many titles such as Miss Literary Critic by her university. (University of Lahore, Pakistan). Her inner peace is ignited by reading and traveling. She is serving as a jury member for Maverick Writing Community, India where she helps emerging writers to grow. Her perspective is expanded by diverse poetic exploration. Her passion for learning is endless. She is always looking to learn more beyond boundaries. Abeera’s writing style has touched countless lives. It gives a deep understanding of words and their ability to bring change. She is renowned for healing hearts. May her words help in healing.

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On Changing

I would like to thank you all for joining us here today as we "celebrate“ the life of that thing.

You said I never changed, but I have. I changed more than you ever could imagine in your ant-sized brain.

You said I never changed, but I have.
I changed in ways you never could, as your heart and brain are made of pumice, as they are volcanic, light, and worthless. You said I never changed, but I have. I changed in important ways, in ways you never could, as you are a cold, unchanging, hypocritical, Asshole.

You said I never changed but I have, I've grown more than you ever could, or ever did. Or ever would want to.

I HAVE changed, and I'm sick and fucking tired of you having said that I haven't.