Saturday, March 27, 2010

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listens to look and think: This is your country!

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Quando qualcuno ti dirà che sei mosso dall'odio replica con le parole di Quintiliano : " Odiare i mascalzoni è cosa nobile " ce lo ricorda Aristofane: " ...ingiuriare i mascalzoniè cosa nobile ... a ben vedere significa onorare gli onesti ".
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Two beautiful kick your ass (part 2)

RICORDATI
CHE SE NON
VAI A VOTARE
AGAINST
center
YOU REALLY
A GREAT
balls.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

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Two beautiful kick your ass!

Sunday and Monday next (stupid hair permitting) will be voted almost everywhere. The lists were all accepted, even those that were not welcome. Democracy in danger of dying (with laughter ... "as he says Ellekappa) is saved. It remains a small problem. All troiaio that have combined the many millions scattered around the peninsula is likely to seriously losing a nice nest egg of so-called "votes of conscience" to the party making noise, doing his cocks and so forth through the most uncivilized we can imagine.
So what should be in a situation like this?
A normal country (as opposed to a normal) would know how to behave yourself. But here we are with our keypad to launch yet another appeal to the vote, at all costs and whatever the cost, a pseudocentrosinistra and a pseudosinistra that after the surge of pride last Saturday, is in danger of being lost via throw to the winds yet another opportunity to give two good kick in the ass (metaphoric and Democrats) to the various arrangements of big eaters. Tira looked
unfortunately (hope I am wrong) like: "Since beautiful event we've done? Viewed as we sing them to him? See how we did well not to take a spit in the face the whole time of the event? "
And then ...? Giorgia sang.
And then, we add, that everyone must do everything to bring people to the polls! Fuck!
I must leave you for a week by the bullshit they put a piece of the left not even be present in parliament but the other part to be counted as two of spades.
We have a dream that is impossible, see the spaces reserved for election to the opposition of every city, every town, every village with a single poster, no Faccioni but with the symbols of all those who no longer want to see the big eaters above and the written: GO VOTE IF YOU ARE TRULY AN IDIOT and some may add, this time with a good dose of reason, that: "I ... I told you so a few years ago! "

Sunday, March 14, 2010

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"Ad personam" poetry for the country relapsed

'Without the law, find the loophole,"
if sweating the foxes than once.
Water under the bridge, rusted.
Now the tricks are done by law,
immediately, from son to father,
retroactive as olive trees as colonial landings. Here are spot-
unpunished never repentant members.
omelettes revolt in Parliament.
you rewrite cards that meet horoscopes top secret.
And what do we tell our children, their children, who grins to Europe?
Yes, we are a country in mourning.
morale and future of canvas pants,
shapes to be taken by a dartboard shot, but there
raised before the summer.
There is a place to wet a Latin course?
rescue tests in late May.
We will do as the Romans did, the last witnesses.
In times of corruption, pay off a chorus to the song of certain laws.
the wolf the wolf, like Lucio Dalla.
ad personam Ad personam,
more eco eco alarm on.
Since the sky is heaven,
holds for the accusative.
It is no accident.
welded to certain laws,
to a public official is a stamp on the bottom of a newspaper report.
From Roman times the iron of the Sumerians and the mysteries of the night,
since the sky is heaven,
gravity
to sound accusative is more alert to crime
a scream
booked a dive seized
a scratch on the side
index finger on the mercy of traffickers immunity Capataz.
And what do we tell our children,
their children,
Europe that laughs?
We are not the Civil Defence.
did not want,
do not know the stakes of the killing.
on a plate for charity, on the elections.
For hope, for trial.
A bit 'for one?
One out of everyone!
Shield or bite?
play morra.
We are a country hangs in the balance,
relapsed in being slaughtered by her not to say.
We are a country without a roof for the law,
in a sea of \u200b\u200bsplinters. We
civilian victims of illegal barrels.
We play utopia,
side sliding looks manageable,
we play a few moves in the opposite bank of the rhyme,
the word with the wind in my throat,
democracy, maritime station, democracy,
waste of state
burnt bread harbor silted flight lowered.
This is sin. And the sinners? S
ono to our right as of yesterday.


March 13, 2010 by: http://www.unita.it/news/culture/96159/ad_personam_poesia_per_il_paese_recidivo