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Cursed

Thanks to Pino Scaccia that still manages to bring a little 'light (little, actually. .. but clearly not his fault) on all this.
Cursed world ...


blog by Pino Scaccia

In the Arab world are more and affairs over a cup of "glaciers" tea. When he appears on the table even a flag, formalisms as they are, there is doubt: it is an official meeting. So the meeting in Baghdad between U.S. General David Petraeus, the Iraqi vice president Bahram Saleh, the leader of the "Rebirth of the Knights of Mesopotamia," Abu al-Abed, documented by a photo, to make a deal. Only the man who calls himself Abu al-Abed until a few months ago (six to be exact) was the leader of the Islamic Army of Iraq, the terrorist organization which, among other abducted and killed Enzo Baldoni.
Thirty-five years, a former official of Saddam's real name to Saad Erebus Ubaidy, for years has fought hard against U.S. forces but has now changed jacket, works for the U.S. by which he receives wages, weapons and logistical support. The Americans are well aware of what they have done him and his organization moved en masse to the new group (General Petraeus is the commander of U.S. forces in Iraq) but turned a blind eye on everything, including the urgent request to return the deceased Italian of Baldoni. This was revealed by the OAL Hayat Arabic newspaper published in London who has interviewed the former terrorist leader. "The agreement was born six months ago - reveals the so-called Abu al Abed - a genuine contract of three months in three months, renewable. I guarantee security in the Sunni neighborhoods against the common enemy which is now al Qaeda. I have 900 men, 600 from the Islamic Army, the other Source police are Sunni. The Americans spend the salary (each man gets $ 360 per month), as well as modern weapons and bases. Sometimes we also support militarily, in short, we fight together. The past enemies? Cancelled ". Too easy. But the Americans, the only ones who could ask for (now even allies) already distinguished themselves in the investigations closed in quickly on genuine atrocities disguised as war against terrorism, no matter obviously a poor family who expects at least one body to cry on.

Step By Step 3d Tractor Cake

yaaaawwwwn world!

my argument is annoying, but so boring yesterday, a pharmaceutical company that makes sleeping pills gave me a lot of money to patent it ... what I do, I accept?

luckily that is pretty much over ...

kisses and hugs common

Wearing A Nappy To Bed

Benni, Benni, Benni argued thesis and illusions ...

Last night I saw the first part of the fiction on raiuno Rino Gaetano, in addition to having written some great songs, it is also one of my conterrone, but these are details!

The thing that struck me with no doubt more (and that the authors have pointed out a lot) was the continuing attempt by others to frame his music, his words and his behavior in a predetermined pattern in a mixed model, "but you where you stand?" was the question most common with which it was ill-treated. Are you a singer committed or light, you are a partner or a fascist ... and so on, and Rino, or at least its transfer to television, these rigid barriers could not fit, he could not build an image of itself capable of reflected in those built for him by others ... and suffered from it.

I came naturally to make a comparison between this representation and the reality of the reality of the "real" in which we live now, while it is true that today, then certainly more than and also because of what happened then, we live in an era that reached its peak of relativism cultural pluralism of ideas, values, etc. information. it is also true that, at least from my humble point of view of twenty born and raised in Milan, then as now we are subjected to continuous pressure from those who ask or requires us to take a stand.

Right or left, center or periphery, public school or private school, rich or poor, Catholic or not, pro-American or anti-American dude or alternative, heterosexual or homo-sexual, classical theater, or theater experimental pro-Israeli or pro-Palestinian, cinema or television, car or bicycle, or community center corso como ... etc.. etc..

judge and every day we are judged not so much who we are, but as we know in society, for which we decide to fill the box. I myself when I arrived in Lille and I met many new people, I realized that I always need points of reference to understand where "place" the subject in front of me than the models well packaged in my brain .. . but until then I had always believed to be an open person and without too many prejudices, especially because I had always hated being judged and "tabbed" through other schemes must, evidently, however, not either so I was free to this kind of generalization.

All this to say that maybe you should try to be a little 'more open and curious to the ideas and behavior of others and to comply with a range of reactions, attitudes and ways of seeing things a bit' wider than what we envision for usual, because, as I heard yesterday at the legendary, incomparable and wonderful Ian McEwan's "lack of imagination is the worst violence" because it leads to intolerance.

Hugs and kisses spread,

Benni "the schoolmarm-wheel"

Valima Invitation Text

this earth without confusing the measure with the right support ...

Francesco De Gregori
Adelante! Adelante! (1992 ...)

Skip the main road running along
a lorry load of salt.
Adelante! Adelante!
There's a man at the wheel,
has two eyes that looks like a devil!
Adelante! Adelante!
is coming, and distant,
the end of this table.

of this damn plain,
of this land without measure,
that already confuses night and day,
and departure with the return,
and richness to the sound,
and the right to please,
with the criminal and the innocent,
and the right with the carnival.

Skip the main road running along
a lorry load of salt.
From Turin Palermo,
from heaven to hell,
Olimpico al Quirinale.
from Turin to Palermo,
from the future to modern
from factories to lights.

In this land without rivers,
in this land with many fumes
Among these people without heart,
and this money is not they smell,
and these streets without law,
and these stalls without flock
without fathers to remember
and without children to be respected.

Skip the main road running along
a lorry load of salt.
Adelante! Adelante!
There's a man at the wheel,
there's a shadow on the plain.
Adelante! Adelante!
Destiny is distant,
at the end of the adventure.

What is hidden in a cloud of dust,
horizon of a shower,
and petrol fumes,
becomes music in the morning,
and wonders of South America,
without bread and pottage,
rainbow under the stairs,
and time in paradise.

Skip the main road running along
a lorry load of salt ...

But this man knows how many??