150 years and not have to prove it
Italy - Italy and not only the building and the power - is a ridiculous and left the country: its potent are forms of comedy, slightly stained with blood "contamination" between Molière and the Grand Guignol. But the Italian citizens are no different. I saw them, I saw a crowd in August. They were the image of insolent more hectic. Posed such a commitment to fun at all costs, which seemed in a state of "rapture" It was hard not to consider them worthless or otherwise criminally irresponsible. Pier Paolo Pasolini
Letters Lutheran 1966
Italy - outside of course the traditional Communist - As a whole is now a depoliticized country, a dead body whose reflexes are not that mechanical. Italy is experiencing that is not merely a process of adaptation to their degradation. [...] All have adapted or through not wanting to notice anything or play down through the more inert.
Pier Paolo Pasolini: abjuration (Trilogy of Life) June 15, 1975
Italy wishes and congratulations
're just like when you were 105 years and when you have completed 114.
What's your secret?
Scherzo .... but I am laughing and loving. .. Like the bitterness that I feel in see this beautiful country reduced to this sorry state. Italy
Greetings!
Awake and arise and once and for all!
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Stretching The Labia Before And After
Premonition
One of my pupil gave me a sheet, on March 3 last year. It 'a poem written in a clear Italian, whereas it is not native speakers.
reprint it: read it again now makes me shudder.
When the fire burns, the sea is calm.
When the earth trembles the heart is united.
When we are friends I now ask you where you are.
When the fire is out, the sea is rough and when there is an earthquake
heart is broken.
When this happens, my best friend is dragged away.
When the sky is clear the wind is mild,
when nature is alive, gold shines in the bottom of the mine.
When the sky is dark, is not the wind. It 's a storm.
When Nature is dead gold no longer shines. When
friendship touches my best friend, is dragged away.
CZ
One of my pupil gave me a sheet, on March 3 last year. It 'a poem written in a clear Italian, whereas it is not native speakers.
reprint it: read it again now makes me shudder.
When the fire burns, the sea is calm.
When the earth trembles the heart is united.
When we are friends I now ask you where you are.
When the fire is out, the sea is rough and when there is an earthquake
heart is broken.
When this happens, my best friend is dragged away.
When the sky is clear the wind is mild,
when nature is alive, gold shines in the bottom of the mine.
When the sky is dark, is not the wind. It 's a storm.
When Nature is dead gold no longer shines. When
friendship touches my best friend, is dragged away.
CZ
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