Dear Ypsini,
Next Next 2010 the last act , the difficult choice of winners is made. Here comes the verdict.
Cameramia 
(Udine) Time does not exist: the hours are only rooms inhabited by dolls. Dresden you will pass by one day, they return loads of characters drawn in Indian ports nerve fantastic women. Finally you will come to Ypsigrock and will be a different story. 
Herself (Palermo) - Mister!
- Man!
- Goodbye Mark Linkous. - Sad news. Adios amigo.
Who has not dreamed of blurry photos from the warm parts of the U.S. reciting It's a Wonderful Life ? Herself discovered us back to the unforgettable sounds of Sparklehorse leader. He does it from his house, watching the rotting roofs of Palermo transformed the skyline of New York. It is our folk: dream tumbleweed and marshmellows, and have prickly pear cake. Will we finally find ourselves?
Music for Eleven Instruments
(Gela) -What did you think of doing with all that junk? Those are not tools, they have never been. I really thought it was so simple? Boy, you listen to me, real life is different. Think of eating .- The boy did not buckle. He took the arm tools. He walked to the massive castle which was left at the foot of the stage. We sat on it. He began to play the most beautiful music he had ever vibrated on that land. Came the Beatles, Shins, Arcade Fire. For a while 'hanging around all they forgot to eat. And the story does not put out more.
Pocket Chestnut
(Milan)
Chestnuts roasting under the August sun, like a winter afternoon heat to find the kiosk at the corner of the street. A bed to write a love letter to the chamber when it was young. The secret cult small ornaments, piled on shelves, including records of blues, folk stars and stripes and Bedroom Rock'n'Roll dusty. Are you ready to munch on hot chestnuts?
Too Young To Love (Milan) No caution. The true Puritan them. They preach from ice fields, streams surround you with psychedelics, you throw them at lightning electricity. You will be bewitched by the new art. Too young for love, too old to make mistakes. Mr Y has grown, we have. Now love.
Zenerswoon
(Florence) What is the music today? Why continue to play well solid instruments, perfect melodies that trace along beaten by platoons of artists? Mr Y has no doubts: the rock'n'roll will never die. And, as long as the people dream, psychedelia stand there duotone Florentine painting.
Ypsi We still love and rock 'n' roll
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