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I find mature Silvestri has thinned the tail
What do the choreography is just panels projecting images
And also that my fellow countrymen you are waking up from slumber
What scricchiolino
That the roofs of the university public television is still talking of memories and highlights the big names
What the people want to listen to commercial-free
that the risk breathtaking and the courage that leads to success
While obscenity and incompetence become bored and I
disorder Like you change channels, they open the archives, there is memory,
I like it that refutes what you say because you wanted to investigate



Anyway, I prepare the rest because the fire in December for me is priceless
Rest to participate in trials Ghilarza theater company of the future, when developing
Rest to understand what was based on the leftist party he was born
Rest yet to hear the evidence room of musicians emerging

I'm going because I want to see my country from outside, I can understand it better because I'm going to feel that
perfume has the bread of the South
I'm going to try in the world who come from where I come from I know but I'm going to stand
live in my flip-flops
winter I'm going to see more children playing outside

Rest to hear the concert of the Conservatory of Cagliari
to take the rest of the five with all three of my dearest friends December 25
Rest to listen to my grandfather, who still speaks to me of partisans, sergeants, officers, potatoes and shiny shoes in the concentration camps in Yugoslavia
Rest of young people to discover the ideas of ' island, to count the libraries will be opened and the number of couples who still love

go because I can no longer screams at Ballarò and interventions pedantic The Mayor of Italy, the BuffonDespota, Journal of racist chanting and collecting signatures
I go because I fear that the precarious suck me too I do not know the stagnation
I go because my church is empty and nests inside only Canute heads and children who do not make logical san
I go why do not you finish the renovation of the Wash in the early '900 Ghilarza, because there are funds
go because the dough of the European Union allocated to the poor was found in landfill of Nuoro

Rest of my children to tell schools as the children live in other schools to try to organize
Rest at home what others abroad give me ready again to browse the rest
Italian newspapers made of gray paper, cantalenante but sometimes I'm going to peek sincere

newspapers from other languages, by turns weird eyes, researchers who receive a salary rather than pay, I'm going
eg see which yokes of oxen plowing the land, such as stones come from Mars
I'm going to see how people know how to justice without bloodshed

part because so much in the end I always go back and then because "You will be the world if the world the world" -how would the Monicelli

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S-shore side



in the afternoon Every now and no light. UPS makes its beeps to alert you that he thinks to protect the data on my pc.
Now the hospital becomes dark and officials within their shacks.

biologist and I are planning to see us later, for a ride to the field of neighboring schools.
Then, suddenly, screaming.
try to decipher what happens and lower the arms surrendered to the heartbreaking cry of someone who is crying his son. like every day.

Beyond the fly, which lets me spy on the window to the outside, there's a guy who struggles, furious and heartbroken, and then surrenders to the embrace of a friend who even knows.

The cry of a father is different from the smooth and tribal women of Angola. Repeated and melodious dirge that accompanies which owes its creation. Recall the ground, washes his feet and throwing himself down weeping over, shouting to the sky to capture the attention of their ancestors, so to gain the strength she needs to fill up a bit.

While this slim and only father, is full of misery, and does not accept screams, cries and despairs like us Europeans who do not call anyone. We just want back what was ours. There can not believe. Yesterday he talked to the pediatrician, he had listened carefully to how to help your child learn to eat again, after such a withdrawal.

Why is the little dead? There was no tuberculosis, there was no 'HIV, no infections, only ... malnutrition. While the pope tried to make him swallow the dose of milk in the afternoon and something went wrong. Something is blocked, perhaps in the pit of the stomach or in the respiratory tract. It 'so dead, suffocated. And there are still those who believe that ending hunger and deaths that follow one another is easy. It 's a long process, they are working on getting a lot of technical and yet it is not in charge here.

... now I'm screaming I want a little to fill.

Copd And Life Expectancy

Summer 2010 ... No


The summer is ending .... in the words of an old song!
This year I decided to work fixing every day (from 8 to 15) to the ship .... and I have basically spent there most of my "vacation."
besides work, I had the opportunity to renew relations with old childhood friends (Laughter and Barbara) ... and further strengthening the bond of LALLALLA TRIO ': I, Emily and Marina! We
become crucial one for the other .... nothing can ever separate us !!!!!
That said, I leave the next update!!