Writing for me is a unique form of expression to tell others, but first of all to ourselves, what we feel inside. Going to college I really miss writing essays of various kinds, for this, as well as the idea of \u200b\u200bgiving the prize money to those who need it most me, I decided to participate in this contest. I arrived in the hall of awards already happy to have my family with me and a couple of friends who live in Bologna. Upon entering after putting my signature on the attendance book, I immediately wanted to ask how many people had participated, here's another surprise: 52 authors. More than half of whom took part in the drama category, like me. So I thought I already won, in addition to here my dear, I have placed at least thirty fifth among aspiring writers from all over Italy. The former president of the AIAS welcomes everyone. Then began the presentation by a member of the jury who claims to find these works of the highest literary quality as well as rich human dimension. Following the intervention of the politician who is keen to stress the quality of the new sound system, which in reality is imperfect, like the participants in the contest. Finally took the floor to the famous writer and actor Giorgio Celli, citing that, among other things, my sentence says that some participants have nothing to envy to professional writers: another victory. It's like an aspiring football player to be told by a professional who has great feet. Finally begins with the awards: the part of the poetry category. The beautiful voice of the players makes it even more eventful production of the first five finishers. No more awards of this first category, I enjoy a slendido duet of violins, beautiful even rude to the ears of someone like me, who appreciates more than other genres. Then it is up to the first five of prose to be rewarded. Prepare to get your hands on the brakes to receive the award. I'm not the fifth, so take off my hands tremble and by listening. Then the freshly prepared, ready to release the brake. They are not even the fourth, so take off my hands tremble and by listening. Then I will certainly say the third emotion salt. They are not even the third, so take off my hands tremble and by listening. When the second call I have already removed the brakes, ready to receive the award. Not me, so I look at my loved ones and smile: I understand that you have won. Another victory, the only one visible to all present day, perhaps after my mundane and intimate. I'm going to receive the award by Giorgio Celli moved that repeats several times "good." Going in the middle of the room I had the opportunity to see that the room was really full, even this one victory, but not mine: AIAS Bologna, which he dedicated to this event, commitment and effort. When the reader has read what I wanted to write and send a message to all the others, the emotion is very strong. Crossing so many compliments and smiling eyes. I understand that he was able to convey emotions: this must be the goal of every aspiring writer, what joy!
George Bonfanti
