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Ferrara-Travaglio 10 a 0


Giuliano Ferrara returns to TV. And this has created a controversy in relation to the fact that some very annoyed by Ferrara as deployed and considered too partisan. I personally am happy, and I think anyone with objectivity and common sense can not but consider this event an enrichment of the television schedule. Whatever the political views of each. I, for one, appreciate it also Santoro Annozero and Gabanelli Report, because I think that they know to do their job with skill and intelligence and I believe their broadcasts in any case interesting and worthy of a public television service, regardless of the share or less opinions. I admit to appreciate rather less troubled. That, as Ferrara, by virtue of his intelligence, skill and preparation, known to be sharp, biting and sarcastic, but, unlike Ferrara, being absolutely devoid of humor (read: self-mockery), it is objectively not only unpleasant, but often unbearably conceited and too full of himself, to falling real hysteria.

From this point of view - regardless of the views - Ferrara beat Travaglio 10 to zero.

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Guardiamo al futuro

"turn the page, and look to the future not the past. What will be will depend on the PDL season dall'epilogo of Berlusconi. And the epilogue will be the next elections in two months or two years, that's where we'll see if we won or lost "Was it worth it?, I have often wondered. But faced with what I saw I said that's not why I decided to do politics as a young man. Almost sixty years is no longer a political issue. It is something deeper: a question of dignity "
(Gianfranco Fini)

look at the future. (That is better)

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La squallida era del bunga bunga


Perhaps there are elements for a conviction of criminal type. But I never thought to be able to have a Hugh Hefner as chairman of the board . And as a Ruby Princess Sissi.

But this is obviously the ' was bunga bunga. Which Silvio Berlusconi is only one aspect, although very relevant and meaningful. Also internationally. Just look at the success of Ruby to the media in Vienna debutantes' ball. I agree with the words of Roberto D'Agostino : "a pretty woman at its best" , whose "message is even more harmful. From Princess Sissi a b-movie ultra-trash. There are only farts of cylinders. It is the victory of Ruby, there is nothing to do, win crazy pants. "

course characters like bunnies and Hef are not new per se, but are new facts as investing directly in politics at the highest levels, public life, thereby affecting the way of thinking, education, even the values \u200b\u200band expectations of new generations. Of course this too can not be considered a novelty in an absolute sense, they can be compared to the moral decay observed during the darkest history, for example in the last period of the Roman Empire. But this does not seem cause for consolation. Quite the contrary.

would take the case of act in a serious and conscious. To try to put a remedy.

PS: Hugh Hefner in the photo in the company of some bunnies

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Cavoli amari.

I knew it would happen sooner or later.
not precisely when, but I was waiting.
I knew that my morbid sensitivity would one day explode.
say that the period is not so well chosen, but some things can not be programmed.
Let's say you ask questions and try to give answers.
of why now, why you, because before and now you do not.
Why can not you see things as others see it.

Then I think back to when they had the funeral to the ants that your sister had walked, with a lot of crying and thinking with their small families.
thought of the stray dogs in Sicily, under the sun that you can not nemmeno avvicinare perchè nessuno gli ha mai insegnato l'affetto.
Ripensi ai pesci che nuotano liberi e felici e improvvisamente vengono catturati da ami taglienti o reti insidiose.
Pensi a quando muore la mamma o il papà cervo e i cuccioli rimangono orfani.
Agli agnelli che non diventeranno mai grandi.
Al maiale trascinato al macello. E così la mucca.
Al cavallo che punta gli zoccoli perché sa, in cuor suo, che é finita.
O alle galline, stipate in gabbie soffocanti, alle quali nel migliore dei casi viene tirato il collo.
Pensi che detesti i circhi, gli acquari, le gabbie, gli zoo.
Pensi che non vedi l'ora di avere una casa in campagna per lasciare correre Gattino e Pritt sui prati.
Think, think, think.
And your stomach squeezes.

Now I am not asking much.
I only ask that I do not break the Maronites.
That there is respect, perhaps they do not share, but respect it. That is a choice
that does not hurt anyone.
my choice.
And that everyone is made in its own way.
And this is my way.

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La ballerina del carillon.

If I could choose a career, I would have chosen that of the classical dancer.
I've always loved dancing.
But like listening to music and improvise a little wistful ballet classical dance in my bedroom.
The door closed and all transport of the music I came across the chest and stomach up to his head.
My room was a rectangle, and then lent itself well to small strokes and ballet.
closed my eyes and pretended to be a good dancer, full of passion and technique.
imagined to wear the beautiful pink shoes worn with a little bit of plaster and satin ribbons introrno narrow ankles. I imagined my pink tights that I wrapped my legs and slipped under the tutu. And then the bun. I thought so high, very high. Imagine also the nose to the French.
Sometimes I used the white drawer knobs with gold bars as resting the foot between the TV and VCR.
I did it for many years. I used the tapes recorded by my sister, who had those weepy compilation titles such as "love forever" or "field-mouse and mouse" with songs recorded from radio or severed.
I also did rhythmic gymnastics, and the rate of fine years with the great.
But this really.
days Then one day I ceased to be high.
I stopped wearing pink tights. And my hair is left loose. And my blood
South has shaped my body.
But I, I have not stopped dreaming of my career as a classical dancer.

Now while trying to cultivate my passion for writing, Kitten has bitten the wire of the charger PC, making him do the sparks, and unplugging the connection that is blown into the house just takes the side of bed I Azzu confined in a room playing video games and then Pritt began to lick the fool next to me and not so I wanted to write.
And this thing that I can not write when I want with my time, is making me take tablets all the emotions which then ends up crying with shit. And my biggest fear is no longer being able to write that is the only thing that I enjoy doing.

So I decided that tomorrow I go to find the boxes with the music box that I had given her mother's friend and that even if the dancer has lost and maybe a tutu arm, I've kept, because I was sure that sooner or later would come the time to listen.

Listening and start dreaming.

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L'ho visto ieri sera a casa di un'amica e me ne sono innamorata, si tratta del Bestiario universale del professor Revillod , almanacco illustrato della fauna mondiale . Dalla versione cartacea si possono generare addirittura 4096 animali fantastici! E' stupendo!
Le immagini sono di Javier Sàez Castàn, i testi di Miguel Murugarren, la musica del video è di Johann Sebastian Bach (Cello Suite No.1 Prelude).

Un caro saluto a tutti...

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Heresies ... Like a pig in

Quando ero piccolo I went to catechism classes to make their first communion. I also remember that I had confirmed to tap gifts with both hands, eating and stuffing myself with rustic and sweets after an "event". But this is not the most satanic of my brief and fleeting encounter with the advocates of collective hallucination.

As I said during my brief stay and weekly in the parish, I happened to hear cheerful creation legends of the world by this beard to look like this about the dear Leo Tolstoy in the mid-year . These atrocious bales on the creation of the world came into violent conflict with what I had been told about the Big Bang, evolution and what that I lived at the time: the dinosaurs.

I do not lose heart. My catechism teacher and my classmates had to know to be wrong, someone had to tell him that their bearded ladies had created the earth, at most, but not living things. Everything went by my beloved and giant reptiles all ended (or continued) extinct in my friends.

The small and rotund Michael went to the next lesson ready to fight back with a lot of books and pamphlets on bales of impostors, but despite his insistence he was invited to get rid of the cards from a heretic, and to follow the "lesson" with a bearded little prayer to the Lord. Even the old Darwin could resist the fury of those fanatics.

Dovetti accettare temporaneamente quella versione fino alla fine del catechismo. E poi risentirmi le stesse cazzate, ma di calibro ben più grande, durante il catechismo della Cresima... Avevano vinto, ma fortunatamente per poco.
Amen.

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Il treno dei desideri.

When I was little I liked to travel by train.
at night.
to go to Sicily did travel by train. Berth. O sleeper.
I never understood the difference: I only know that one had the sheets of cloth, the other had the sheets of paper and train reeked of a smell of iron mixed with garbage summer.
I just care about the quality of bedding.
Why I liked too much sleep on the train at night.

usually start in the late afternoon.
The cases could not be counted.
I waited anxiously forward to dinner because I knew that soon after we were all going to sleep.
My mother was preparing the cooler box containing a million sandwiches with the schnitzel. Then there were the cheese Galbani. And a lot of bottles of ice water. Why saying "You never know"
I was happy even though we were all tight bags with him. Although the compartment was moving around and you could not stand to lose balance. Although there was the smell of garbage mixed with iron summer.
We did a lot of crumbs with those sandwiches. I most of all. Not to show her pushing with your foot under the seat.
had finished eating I began to say "We pull down the beds? Pull down the beds?"
And my mother was always agitated that she stirred when we traveled.
I always wanted to stay on top.
So I sat in my narrow bed with the sheets of paper or cloth.
Mom did the crossword, maybe my sister listened to music with the walk man, Dad and I immediately fell asleep, I thought. Before
cover aspects of the chill on the train because, after a while you are without blankets feel the chill. For me, the thrill was the best moment. Every so often, even now, when I'm in bed waiting for the chill before covering them and so I remember the train and I'm happy.
I liked sleeping in the train because I felt secure from the rocking of the wagon on the rails and so small that compartment.
During those nights my thoughts were more sad, sweetly sad, sad: Although I was only 10 years I was sad. Then
expected when the train stopped at stations. I turned on the contrary, brushing aside the curtain and looked out the window at very late hours, people waiting on the platform.
And I imagine their stories.
Sometimes I look under the bed and saw the face of mother slept intermittently illuminated by lamplight or moonlight. Or watching over my sister's arm dangling. And I felt the breath strong father who mingled with the rhythmic sound of the train.
I often sleep before you close your eyes and bow with a few moments.
I'd like to reopen a time and see me on the train at night.
To hear the sound of the tracks, to see people waiting on the dock, the smell of garbage mixed with iron summer. And make the sad thoughts of a girl of 10 years.

When you say, happiness in small things ...

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Istia

La cultura svolge [...] una funzione morale e pedagogica,
permettendo all'uomo di elevarsi verso il divino,
grazie alle doti che gli sono proprie e attraverso l'educazione e gli studia humanitatis :
questi rappresentano un perficere e un exornare ,
nella misura in cui portano a compimento l'opera della nature,
be turning into a fully human man natural that
if you do not exercise "in a spiritual and moral virtue" becomes
"like a pig in ISTI, that jelly and drinks and sleeps."

San Bernardino da Siena

(quoted in R. MARCHESINI - S. TONUTTI, Manual zooantropologia, Roma, Meltemi, 2007, p.17)

vent After months of silence. An oddly liberating but to pay homage to my new home and my "new studies".

Good day to you all.

S.

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Io non ho paura?

I can not write because I have no time.
time to sit in silence, without haste, without distraction, leaving only soothed by my senses.
And then sometimes I'm afraid to write. Fear of offendere, di deludere, di essere giudicata.
Paura dei miei stessi pensieri. Paura di macchiare indelebilmente un foglio con le mie emozioni nascoste, seppur reali.
Le cose da scrivere ce le ho. Nella mia testa sono conficcati tanti pensieri più o meno belli.
Più o meno brutti.
E quando il cd ha cominciato a farsi leggere nel lettore e le parole sono uscite dalla televizsone, ecco che mi sono emozionata e ho pensato: "ma mi hanno rubato le parole dalla testa!"
E così le riscrivo pari a chi le ha incise su un foglio prima di me.


"Il problema è che abbiamo paura.
Basta guardarci.
Viviamo con l'incubo che da un momento all'altro tutto quello che abbiamo costruito possa distruggersi.
Con il terrore che il tram su cui siamo, possa deragliare.

Paura dei bianchi, dei neri, della polizia e dei carabinieri.
Con l'angoscia di perdere il lavoro.
Ma anche di diventare, calvi, grassi, gobbi, vecchi, ricchi.
Con la paura di perdere i treni, di non arrivare in orario agli appuntamenti.
Paura che scoppi una bomba, di rimanere invalidi, paura di perdere un braccio, un occhio, un dito, un dente, un figlio, un foglio.
Un foglio su cui avevamo scritto una cosa importantissima.
Paura dei terremoti, paura dei virus, paura di sbagliare, paura di dormire, paura di morire prima di aver fatto tutto quello che dovevamo fare.
Paura che nostro son to become homosexual, homosexuals to become ourselves.
Fear of the neighbor, fear of illness, fear of not knowing what to say, to have the soiled underwear at an important time.
Fear of women, fear of men, fear of germs, thieves, rats and cockroaches.
Fear of stink, to vote, of flying, fear of crowds, of failure, fear of falling, stealing, singing, people.
Fear of others. "

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Hello everyone!

After some months of adaptation and discussions will start with a new blog, a common area. Our loved ones and their My life outside the blog and cronopios Famas-stop, although he probably will soon post a greeting. See you soon on these frequencies!

M .

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In certain clear nights, when the moon was big, it's a party in the woods. It is impossible to determine precisely when, and there are no flashy signs that give notice. You can tell by something special on those occasions there is the atmosphere. Many men, most in fact do not realize it ever. Others feel the now. There is nothing to teach about it. It 'a matter of sensibility: some of nature possess it, others will not have anything, and pass impassive lucky on those nights, along the dark forest, without even suspecting what happens in there.

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Effetto Lucifero.

" I tried to be another
I tried to be bad
I tried to be like that, like in the movies
I tried to be a ' age
No, you do not write, you think
...
I tried things that really is not convenient

But I have to tell us, so I'm just naive

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Now that I'm great,
I can do what I want?

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Nuovo inizio.

Sometimes I come early. Maybe I should
notes on pieces of paper, but I'm too lazy to do it.
And certainly not ice cold hands help me.
Maybe I should drink less coffee.
I come early because when I look at one thing, while the images are reflected on my eyes in my head form the beginning.
The beginning of a description.
As the first page of a book.
As the narrator of a film.
me are the beginning, but after a few lines suspended in the air and disperse because my attention is sometimes interrupted by the lady next to me who must at all costs not to utter words that Asolter but I'll just pretend listen with the nod and sometimes by the insistent ringing of the phone, which will be even more pressing when they continue to search for mixing in the bag, wallet, tissues, the mirror, and other things that I will remain unknown to the touch, sometimes by a sudden thought, as the outbreak of a light bulb, which reminds me that I forgot something.
I love it when I get in early because I seem to be a spectator at the cinema.

"Angela was wearing shorts, blacks. Maybe a little too risky for the winter season. And perhaps a little too risky even for the size of her thighs. She was wearing tights, which are also blacks, at least 15 denier.
wore all with great ease.
The knee-high boots, tan, did not give the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing comfortable footwear.
His hair, the Moors, who arrived in mid- back cover part of the faux-wool sweater. Angela
When she turned her right shoulder has dropped four inches. Then another step back and down to ten centimeters. Usually my dad told me that when a person had one leg shorter than the other and lean, a child could have had polio.
Once I had read about "people" and an article by a lady who had lived in an iron lung for polio. Most of her life lying in a box acciaiaio. Only the head off and could see the others because they had put over her face a mirror.
"Allola after it's up to individual adjustment, and then lagazzo fuoli Shop, then altla Single beds and then up to you, dear customer ".
These last two words, interspersed with ironic flattery made me laugh.
small shop in the damp smell was pungent.
large mirrors covering one wall, certainly not had been cleaned recently.
On the right, leaning to err, the hot curlers.
The two young workers and slender, standing, moving their hands and arms constantly.
In silence.
And every customer requirement was translated the guy sitting at the counter, from Italian to Chinese incomprehensible.
Within half an hour the store was rimepito ladies. Women of all ages, all skin colors and all lengths hair.
Surely Angela had worked late into the evening, the last day of the year ... "