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Lelio do now, a hit and run, a Palpatine, a fast pitcher, you have to be a bile that engages bracket as modest in amber erotic dell'altroquando smoke wafting in the country, you should not understand anything, must be quick and painless to speed Sanvitale you know that these 'forgotten all have started a two-hour walk, na infinite sadness! Oh! Wake up! We do not believe you but this is Vito3x2, which reappears patchy, always when it is time to campaign against this and that, against all those who, because so much I'm 'round if they save few, and in any case if even one fell below we would not lose anything ... (sound like 'stack!')
Lelio So we immediately attach the cable that I've got the adrenaline me magna neurons and synapses in the liquid state of digital accrocchioni fear, the thing to Bauman that wraps a bit 'all over the Italian neurological pedofilame awaiting the last of the ...

Lelio: Oh Vito! Vito! (The stops). No, I say, not want to go on like this?

VITO: in that sense I'm sorry?

Lelio: no, I mean, I did not understand a stick! If allocation so after more than two years of silence, no one understands nothing ...

VITO: I know you're right, but unfortunately the situation is really embarrassing. Oh well I'll try to be slow, otherwise these poveruomini Fininvest do not understand anything. Then we start all over again, calmly: First: Berlusconi and tissues. E sti cocks. Second: Berlusconi and his wife, and stimulate GRANcazzi. Point three: says: but how, Berlusconi is the head of government, Clinton took it a little between gunshots to the North Pole! And then he was sending 20 million copies of the comic of his life, with all the loves and conquests, and the offspring impressive! So what? That is, are you saying that I took you 20 years to understand that this comic was all bull? (Starts laughing) No, not from you, which has the right but then he, na you are stoned by the mass of eleven Playstation!

Sure, there in fact his wife has made 30 of years, but still must clear one thing: I do not want to talk. I do not give anything of Berlusconi and his wife and daughter, the Grim, the companion, the slave, the dancer, nothing. The truth you know what? That man is really a big source of employment for everyone! He is the television, newspaper, the reality, comics, soap operas, the quiz, gravure, the gossip, the radio play, the playlist, the spic, span, the Mr. Clean, the maradona, and the devil ' holy water, and he is doing everything you can not do more shit, that's the truth! But disappears if I shoot myself in cojoni Berlusconi, touches me back to work, to write characters and inventing stories, I bleach my hair just thinking about it, but why? It's all him! It 's all him, and I'm going to sleep and women, finally, is the festival of the copy and paste! He does more that my thousands of friends in Facebook, to pull down a cacatina put us four days. One in four day you make a mess all over the world! I LOVE Berlusconi. And 'the last great true showman who we had in Italy, we all magnate four millstones, so that tenetevelo! Italy Berlusconi deserves! And I will say more! Italy, according to the House of Freedom, established by Mrs. Roosevelt and so long ago, it would be only partially free, and we're happy!

Yes, everybody knows, we're like Togo and the islands Futtamangulammàmmeta, which as we all know are above us, in terms of freedom of expression. But it is useless to throw more and groped in politics and ideology. We really like to be like Togo! And yet, as we are true liberals, for us the fact of nominate showgirls, actresses, important women, tettecculi and so is not a practice illegal, nor immoral. Sorry, the party is his, all accounts will pay him, but will be free to nominate whoever they like! God forbid! In short, the impression is the usual: too much mess at all.

italianessi fact is that while you were all taken, broadcast after broadcast, debate after debate, gossip on gossip, to talk about matters of the bed of Berlusconi, as did the security decree passed by the seasoning of the festoons of Police in Piazza del Popolo , stuff that as a movement of machinery, materials and Mega Productions more or less than the cost of concertone May 1, and from that day were allowed to return the boats of migrants back, under threat of arrest, perhaps under armed threat, who knows, I do not know what happens when they catch them, I only know that it is not a smuggler who convinces him to return back with the good. E tac! That's it, dear people of ungulates, the kind of human materials and plastic pipes become like flocks of grazing Scandaletti. Have you noticed anything and he made you his umbrella as a finger on, making you talk and speak ill of divorce papers. And this is an old strategy. Berlusconi made the Cuckoo Merkel! And all to make some noise, howling, Berlusconi! What a Clown! And down laughing. You were so caught up with laughter that the upheld the state secrets about Abu Omar and has blocked the commission of inquiry to the facts of the G8 in Genoa. You did not say anything. Eccerto! You were screaming 'Berlusconi made the cuckoo Merkel! But good! It was November 18, 2008.

Ten days before the summit was in Moscow or St. Petersburg, Medvev, the puppet of Putin. At one point, talking about Obama comes out with the guy's cock tanned. UDDI! Berlusconi gave dell'abbronzato to Obama! Headlines! Rename, change the lineup of the program, the editorial, the fund, the comment, it changes the guests of the show soon, soon! For days left and right, how much useless chatter! After the election of Obama. Bossi is the first shit, listen to this: 'We will never happen'. Got it? We hope, the white minority does not give up, you will be slaves forever. The second comment has Gasparri added, saying that the choice of Obama as president liked to AlQuaida, say international profile as it went out a bit 'low, two jokes that I miss most in the barracks of Chieti Scalo, then thought for him. If he came up with the story dell'Abbronzato, and he passed over in silence, the two measures - those Nazi yes -. He drew everyone's attention on his gaffes, at least that saves the day in terms of respect for man, 'you're tanned and handsome, and then as I male, but male and male gender, I respect you. All in all it is a gaffe, a gaffe, but it is always better than two Nazi jokes.

Not only that but all you sull'abbronzato tore their clothes, the news of a fascist assault in the study of Rai who has seen disappeared from the newspapers. I repeat: a fascist assault in a study of the Rai, guilty, mind you, have shown images of 29 October, or a week before, when in Piazza Navona there were clashes between students and police and a whole lot 'of unidentified menavano just to lead, a bit 'all over, people we do know that when you need it throws some' casino to take off the violence. We know them well. I'm just the same people who have been hard to beat in the study and Rai are ready to bet that many of them were also in Genoa. But you have not heard from again, right? You were too busy screaming 'Tanned said tanned? How sciemo Berlusconi! Uddiu Uddiu. And good. Maybe you do not even know of the condemnation of Bruno Vespa for defamation, quell'abbronzato too important, that word. And so helplessly witnessing the disappearance of the true facts, replaced by the theater. And they all fell for it in the theater, all the spectators of the circus, prepared to wait your thumb straight or towards the Emperor.

Today the same, the lesson is not yet clear. I mean, if you understand how it works, that the next When Berlusconi makes it one of his own, do not look at the finger. Let's look at the moon. Let the fact that he is trying to cover up, to disappear from the newspapers, and Throw on that, we discuss what are the real scandals of a country without realizing it slid into the worst result in decades by the fascist and racist today. Wake up, multi-ethnic country!

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L'Aquila, six months after

Eventually, after six months after the earthquake, I decided to go to Aquila, a place where I had never been before.
For a lazy and indolent, Molise in the body and soul, as I am, it was not an easy task. In the end I went with my friend Christian Iansante, actor and voice actor of renown, presentation of the good book Joseph Caporale entitled 'L'Aquila is not Kabul'. We started a bit 'before, just to look around and see some little thing more, in addition to the dark walls of a theater.
So there I fell in the middle of the war. A busy place. The first thing I see over the highway signs are black and red of Civil Protection. COM, DICOMAC, Operations Centers, before anything else. Before the countries of the tract first before publication. After two junctions where everything seems normal, we go into the street, called Leonardo Da Vinci, which has two rails in the middle, but far apart, evidently one for direction. I think of an omnibus, a monorail tram, as I know, a trolley bus. I believe that he had never seen before. Closed by a life within four walls of the house, maybe I missed some new technology. Look for some 'maybe I see a switch.
buy cigarettes at a tobacco store in a container that is two meters by eight. Look a bit '. None. The tobacconist is friendly. Thank you, sir. Good day, sir. The last time I heard the formula 'sir' was in the military, the seventh installment '89, twenty years ago. Since then Pigneto to live in Rome, and those who live or attend my area I can understand.

walk for a bit 'down the road. After the palace of the Abruzzo region is a neighborhood of cream, then another of red houses, with those typical brick public housing, which seem bombed at random. The buildings are like holes. The destruction is completely abnormal. Here a house intact, then a split with the pillars, another with a hole in the roof, another with the peeling plaster, then a still intact, and which seems to be missing a whole floor. Case broke, said later the President of the Province Stefania Pezzopane, a small effective impressive fighter. Erupted, just as in war.
No more than five hundred meters from this devastation is located in a complex which is the Academy of Fine Arts in front of it a small container. People with bracelets. Then some people in uniform. Refugees the war, and their guards. Then we go down to the Academy. All of cement, pipes, vents, windows, mirror. There is a crack. Solid base. That one wonders whether it is the fault, which perhaps does not go here, or whether we are talking about differences of materials. I confirm the fault moves, and how. It is called Fault of the comb. But there are buildings and construction, materials and equipment. And so you see the bombed houses at random, the deans of Civil Defense, the monorail to a trolley that never goes out except to take you to the Creator. And popular neighborhoods completely uninhabited. Many balconies still have the laundry on drying racks. Open windows, which make sense the presence of ghosts. Debris. A city skinned. Then

know Christian, Valeria, Joseph, Attilio, Charles, Milo. Together with them and my friend Iansante, come see an exciting evening, full of colors and deep reflection, communication, and at times moving. We are all well known on the fly, all we have collaborated on the fly, built, installed, placed, cut, put in order. Everything is automatic, and nothing has materialized a form of non-theater, no television, no investigation, no reading, no talk-show. But equally full of content and emotion. The book is called 'The Eagle is not Kabul', published by Castelvecchi, and complaint, but he says, but moves, but it's dry as a stream in summer, But you and swamps, without losing the thread, or the lucidity, the chronicle of disaster foretold. And do it almost automatically become a form of art. You must not do anything special. The emotion is already there.

Now, I come from Molise, which is a stone's throw from here and my people think I know her well. People slow, lazy, just like me, who established the 'But ch'ema ago' - (we need to do?, In the sense of, but we sure? But are we really sure? But what do we believe?) - As a way of life.
As I said dear Iansante, even in the Abruzzo region is more or less the same thing. He uses another phrase: 'thou hast from Penza State lu!' that Nor does not need translation or comment.
So after dinner the night before at a hotel that does not seem to bring any harm, to 10 degrees above zero that they bite the skin already discovered, we lose ourselves in conversation with our new friends. Attilio, who is a journalist of a certain level, admits to feeling a bit 'uncomfortable in these lands. There is something strange in people, he says. I Iansante and we soon drove loads of 11 on our respective peoples.
"In Friuli have already begun a long time to rebuild by themselves houses. Here no. Qua 'which has the state from Penza lu' "
And so on, with a series of platitudes.

arrived at my house that morning, and despite the busy day, no sleep. So why, I wonder if our people are really so terrible, they can be born within a few hours, evenings as exciting as yesterday? And if it is true that the directors are careful, thorough, and combative, as may arise neighborhoods at risk? Who should check? Who would watch? We must never stop to ask ourselves, we who are far away, we who have been mourning, we felt the earthquake we just barely, and we've seen for a while 'on TV, maybe we should continue to be concerned after the issue, and not be content with 900 persons housed at Onna. There are still
trentunomila ghosts in the street, eight centuries of history and completely abandoned in the old town, L'Aquila.

Some people think just moving them somewhere else, like the gaze of the people distracted.