... no, not gloria mundi. Also because in this matter, the taste Italiot all, there is little glory. Year of our Lord 1978, April 18: Due to a strange situation (water leakage created ad hoc ) it turns out one of the main hideouts the Red Brigades, then engaged in the kidnapping of Aldo Moro, who still remains an enigma - in certain parts - still unsolved. Year of our Lord 2009, July 3: In the rooms of a sordid housing the governor of the Lazio Piero Marrazzo is holding with the trans-Natal; close to them on a bedside table, Marrazzo ID card and a few strips of cocaine (ten grams, it seems, from later reconstructions), by invading (agreed?) of some policemen in the apartment, randomly located on a Gradoli, s'originerà a murky affair boundaries still uncertain. From street to street Gradoli Gradoli spend twenty-one, which will help to tighten the state in a vice poisonous from which it never manages to break free.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
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incazzerà even Jesus Christ is the eternal law
What I say may seem strange or revolutionary. In a way, Italy has not clearly defined its identity. That is, in Anglo-Saxon countries is was promoted a model of integration. In America or England the laws are respected and the state is supreme. When you are a citizen and citizenship are not discriminated against under the table. You do not evade taxes. So there are clear values, which are the laws. There is freedom of religion and is well protected. Even for minor religions. There is a development model in which race does not matter. There is a strong state with clear rules. And with many defects. In Italy, however, the model is not clear. There is always ambiguity. It is said that the state is secular, that citizens are equal under the table but it promotes the opposite. There is a creeping discrimination. Laws exist but there are consuetidini evasion and illegal Maten by the oligarchy in power. This oligarchy is based and creates a consensus can not punish these illegal activities and thus maintains its power in part illegal (mafia, corrupt economy, Vatican). And if it is not illegal, however, is an extreme case of cronyism. At some point, globalization will be manifested and this model in which the law protects everyone but many are in fact second-class citizens who will lead the second-class citizens are angry. Since the civil servants (like my father) who can not avoid paying taxes and do not qualify for amnesty. Until you get to immigrants who are citizens but are not really respected. But even all those Italians who do not have dark and activities that do not qualify for social benefits for those who commit crimes. And to hold together this loaf of oddities, immorality and unclear practices should think about the crucifix. Because the cross unites us all. And with love and tolerance will be resolved. Like hell. Who has so far complied with the laws and rules and was penalized for this will beat cash. Those who have suffered abuse from a class immoral and immorality that has a system of government will take a ransom. Who has not tried to exceed the speed limit but they attacked with their horns. Who took a degree with honors and is committed to fair and that life has been superseded by a recommended idiot. Who does not go to prostitutes. Either we go to when not engaged. The kind people. And immigrants who are destined to remain second-class citizens even after they have taken the citizenship is pissed. Who is gay but has never made a boast or pride. But also heterosexuals who do not flaunt their normality. It is also incazzerà Jesus Christ. Which has always been on the side of the weak, the exploited and the righteous.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
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Goodbye, Alda (Alda Merini, 1931/2009). Loredana
Requiem
And here's to you my requiem
speechless with his mouth full of grass and ferns blue
here's my requiem for corifera not
is believed, is that of Cassandra vilified
magnificent example of secret company
you just excites me and I
are the one who charms because you can not take
and being stopped on the banks of the Ganges in perpetual contemplation
waiting to pass the speck of gold and of knowledge ' was eternal
you who are more cunning and more
hard stone of the stone and think forever
think of the Pythagorean ages and Venus
Socrates and finally six landed by Paul of Tarsus
infinite faith Well I
disarcionerò from your horse you love
branch desiring
will make you a martyr for the secret of your shadow
sadness is the order and disorder of
created things because I'm not your mother
dissimilar to Ceres
are eternal, and then also the spring that you put on trees
with the dew and you love the rose of shame
I find myself pinned to his chest, and you shall glorify
and scroll with your finger
fruitful. So I could understand my desire
that opens the flower of flesh infinitely
beautiful inside and find the seed of love and insatiable
contemptuous of intoxication could you shed blood together
disseminate the discord of the Deep
because you are full and the murmur of the precipice and it finally dawns
you know the meaning of
beauty. I abhor abhor
think but also move into the infinite chaos.
© 2009 Manni Editori
Requiem
And here's to you my requiem
speechless with his mouth full of grass and ferns blue
here's my requiem for corifera not
is believed, is that of Cassandra vilified
magnificent example of secret company
you just excites me and I
are the one who charms because you can not take
and being stopped on the banks of the Ganges in perpetual contemplation
waiting to pass the speck of gold and of knowledge ' was eternal
you who are more cunning and more
hard stone of the stone and think forever
think of the Pythagorean ages and Venus
Socrates and finally six landed by Paul of Tarsus
infinite faith Well I
disarcionerò from your horse you love
branch desiring
will make you a martyr for the secret of your shadow
sadness is the order and disorder of
created things because I'm not your mother
dissimilar to Ceres
are eternal, and then also the spring that you put on trees
with the dew and you love the rose of shame
I find myself pinned to his chest, and you shall glorify
and scroll with your finger
fruitful. So I could understand my desire
that opens the flower of flesh infinitely
beautiful inside and find the seed of love and insatiable
contemptuous of intoxication could you shed blood together
disseminate the discord of the Deep
because you are full and the murmur of the precipice and it finally dawns
you know the meaning of
beauty. I abhor abhor
think but also move into the infinite chaos.
© 2009 Manni Editori
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