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Why speak ill just Scilipoti?

If you want to drop a government SERIOUSLY and not words, well this government must be pressed and kept under pressure continuously. On 14 December, the confidence in the Government was voted by 311 Members, 313 votes against the majority. Only two votes of the poor contrast.

This meant that every vote the opposition could have a large squad of antiberlusconiani ready to strongly hamper any government initiative that would survive to suffer the pains of hell to rack up ever, and with much effort, those 313 deputies. Many of them in positions of government and then not always available in the classroom.

This highly efficient method taught us the deployment of the center at the time of the second government Pr hate when the majority of the Senate could dispose just two or three votes of superiority.

Each vote was the real risk of dropping led government by Romano Prodi. How is it done on time.

said that what happens?
happens that the IDV of Di Pietro has a motion of no confidence in the minister of simplification Calderoli. majority votes against 293 with votes. Ben 20 below the loot available. Well, I say, the minister did not hope. It will be very discouraged because 311 opposition MPs to vote against him could . Winning wide for 311 to 293. Eighteen more votes!

idea for Manco. The votes of no confidence are just 188. Cooome? Yes, 188. Why
FLI and UDC were abstentions and one of the missing Pdessini of forty members. In practice, very 123 MPs who voted no-confidence vote just eight days ago, chose not to resist. And this time for free! But why then speak ill just Scilipoti ?
All comments are unnecessary and every insult!

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Best Budget Av Receiver 2010

Why speak ill just Scilipoti?

If you want to drop a government SERIOUSLY and not words, well this government must be pressed and kept under pressure continuously. On 14 December, the confidence in the Government was voted by 311 Members, 313 votes against the majority. Only two votes of the poor contrast.

This meant that every vote the opposition could have a large squad of antiberlusconiani ready to strongly hamper any government initiative that would survive to suffer the pains of hell to rack up ever, and with much effort, those 313 deputies. Many of them in positions of government and then not always available in the classroom.

This highly efficient method taught us the deployment of the center at the time of the second government Pr hate when the majority of the Senate could dispose just two or three votes of superiority.

Each vote was the real risk of dropping led government by Romano Prodi. How is it done on time.

said that what happens?
happens that the IDV of Di Pietro has a motion of no confidence in the minister of simplification Calderoli. majority votes against 293 with votes. Ben 20 below the loot available. Well, I say, the minister did not hope. It will be very discouraged because 311 opposition MPs to vote against him could . Winning wide for 311 to 293. Eighteen more votes!

idea for Manco. The votes of no confidence are just 188. Cooome? Yes, 188. Why
FLI and UDC were abstentions and one of the missing Pdessini of forty members. In practice, very 123 MPs who voted no-confidence vote just eight days ago, chose not to resist. And this time for free! But why then speak ill just Scilipoti ?
All comments are unnecessary and every insult!

foo win

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anti-fascism was a project!


After the painful comedy of B day, it starts with the usual opposition carousel: Casini not want to be with Di Pietro, Bersani does not want the primaries, the primaries do not want to Bersani, Fini not appatta with Di Pietro, Rutelli not stand Vendola, Vendola avoid trouble.

No one has one thing clear: that in a matter of policy until there is a certain Italian Berlusconi in Italy can not be never discuss politics, projects, reforms and so on.

The only way to go UNITED AGAINST ALL THE CAYMAN. Then and only then , you can discuss politics and alliances on the content.

Remember anti-fascism of the two decades? A sideways movement that united everyone. Except ... Fascists. That was the highest moment of national unity. Communists, Catholics, Democrats, liberals and .. monarchists, they were all united against the demon black.

be against does not mean not having a project. What the heck! It was not a draft free Italy from Nazi? It was not a project affirm the principles of liberty, of humanity, respect for the individual, care environment, the affirmation of freedom of the press and culture, religion, protest, association and dissociation? All principles denied by fascism.

It is not today a project to get rid of Berlusconi and say everything that he denies and tramples ?: Legality, honesty, sobriety, rights, culture, hospitality, humanity, equality, family, work, education, education and the Constitution?

Shit, if this is not a project, tell me what is a political project!

foo win the

How Do You Know When Your Done With Period

anti-fascism was a project!


After the painful comedy of B day, it starts with the usual opposition carousel: Casini not want to be with Di Pietro, Bersani does not want the primaries, the primaries do not want to Bersani, Fini not appatta with Di Pietro, Rutelli not stand Vendola, Vendola avoid trouble.

No one has one thing clear: that in a matter of policy until there is a certain Italian Berlusconi in Italy can not be never discuss politics, projects, reforms and so on.

The only way to go UNITED AGAINST ALL THE CAYMAN. Then and only then , you can discuss politics and alliances on the content.

Remember anti-fascism of the two decades? A sideways movement that united everyone. Except ... Fascists. That was the highest moment of national unity. Communists, Catholics, Democrats, liberals and .. monarchists, they were all united against the demon black.

be against does not mean not having a project. What the heck! It was not a draft free Italy from Nazi? It was not a project affirm the principles of liberty, of humanity, respect for the individual, care environment, the affirmation of freedom of the press and culture, religion, protest, association and dissociation? All principles denied by fascism.

It is not today a project to get rid of Berlusconi and say everything that he denies and tramples ?: Legality, honesty, sobriety, rights, culture, hospitality, humanity, equality, family, work, education, education and the Constitution?

Shit, if this is not a project, tell me what is a political project!

foo win the

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Eumenides

The reality is a slow unfolding of forces
cancer per capita footprints of a man with
virgin ass chewing that sings the air. The sense of language
mule
mind tricks the body that attracts

be under the illusion that, translated into conflict. Triad
fed.

iris pale dream

lemma abyss

chosen heir injured

sang the poetry of others, is not that food
that advances, infection.
The reality is the rule that you want and wait
rotten from a groin injury and suck
required to snare the beast with a steady hand. The sense
hands thief
mind illusion that tricks the body

be attracting, as close a deal. Triad
fed.
secure yet another emblem
tremendous fixed body
flame before Egypt
blood of the imperfect tense, which are not advancing
death, plague.
The reality is the immortal soul
limit amber skies gaping a baptism of phosphorus
hairless man who expects salvation.
The sense of female intuition:
mind that attracts
body illusion
be misleading, as thin as an omen. Triad
fed.
fate electric blue
faith miracles wrenching
dogs
violent coitus between the towers lit and there is a broken selected
spreads, there is no choice.
A slow deployment of forces
is the rule that you want and wait
amber limit the immortal soul.
not deceive, he deceives not attractive, not more
now.
Mind, body, be. Triad
fed.

Lemon Chips For Baking

Eumenides

The reality is a slow unfolding of forces
cancer per capita footprints of a man with
virgin ass chewing that sings the air. The sense of language
mule
mind tricks the body that attracts

be under the illusion that, translated into conflict. Triad
fed.

iris pale dream

lemma abyss

chosen heir injured

sang the poetry of others, is not that food
that advances, infection.
The reality is the rule that you want and wait
rotten from a groin injury and suck
required to snare the beast with a steady hand. The sense
hands thief
mind illusion that tricks the body

be attracting, as close a deal. Triad
fed.
secure yet another emblem
tremendous fixed body
flame before Egypt
blood of the imperfect tense, which are not advancing
death, plague.
The reality is the immortal soul
limit amber skies gaping a baptism of phosphorus
hairless man who expects salvation.
The sense of female intuition:
mind that attracts
body illusion
be misleading, as thin as an omen. Triad
fed.
fate electric blue
faith miracles wrenching
dogs
violent coitus between the towers lit and there is a broken selected
spreads, there is no choice.
A slow deployment of forces
is the rule that you want and wait
amber limit the immortal soul.
not deceive, he deceives not attractive, not more
now.
Mind, body, be. Triad
fed.

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Communist world

site www.liberazione.it

Johannesburg. We wanted the event on the African continent because the annual meeting of Communist Parties around the world is truly internationalize. Born in Europe in 1998 on the initiative of the KKE greek, after several years of meeting all the old continent, the Meeting begun to touch other parts of the world, from Eastern Europe to the Middle East, arriving in Sao Paulo, Brazil, New Delhi and landed so, finally, on the African continent.

and expectations are not disappointed at all go for the 103 delegates of 51 parties represented from 43 countries on all continents, the meeting this year was held December 3 to 5 in Tshwane (Pretoria) in South Africa. For Italy this was the Communist Refoundation and the PDCI. And it's frankly hard to tell what the African style and strength of the South African Communist Party (SACP), which hosted the meeting, has infected everyone present. Who imagined a ritual event, full of formalism and perhaps a bit 'boring, it had definitely think again.

The power of music and dance from the African , have been plagued everyone present that, before listening to the introductory report of the Secretary of the SACP (Blade Nzimande, now Minister of the Government of the University Zuma) were able to attend a musical performance with songs of struggle of the apartheid era. South Africa looks to the future, but the wounds are still all alive on the skin of a population that, precisely in 2010, is celebrating the 50th anniversary of the formal decolonization, but that still is a victim of forms dangerous projects of foreign domination and interference of the military (Africom).

The meeting was, as always , an opportunity for Communist parties to meet and discuss, to review the activities carried out last year and outline the guidelines of the future joint work. But this year, this has been framed as a side activity for the mobilization and knowledge of the country. This has required a significant initiative in solidarity with Cuba and the liberation of the Five, the presence of a large delegation of Cubans living in South Africa, but also visit the famous township, where people live the country's poorest and where, historically, had been ghettoized black people during apartheid.

Exciting free that all international delegations have resulted in Soweto, famous township located near Johannesburg, who gave birth to Mandela and where there was the famous student uprising, which wanted to impose the Afrikaners in their schools, violently repressed in blood.

the SACP, the party that next year will celebrate its 90th anniversary and that has an important role in governing the country, wanted to include the organization of this meeting, inside a packed agenda of activities at the international as the First Forum of the leftist forces of the African continent and the Second African Conference for Participation in Democracy (August 2010), the Congress of the Communist Youth and the 17th edition of the World Festival of Youth and Students, in a few days , draw in South Africa hundreds of thousands of young people from all across the globe, for an event that, even now, promises to be memorable.

Of particular significance is the fact that the President of South Africa, Jacob Zuma, has wanted to bring his greetings to the work of the Meeting, before leaving for Cuba, to meet with Raul Castro and the development of a dense series of political and economic relations. No wonder: the human toll that Cuba has led the fight for independence and anti-colonial struggle in Africa is enormous and is still very much alive in the minds of people. In fact, rather than a greeting, Zuma held a real conversation over an hour, which has long stressed the similarities between the struggle of the Communists for a world of peace and social justice, with efforts by his government in the African context.

In a changing world and in which the so-called "emerging economies" such as weight gain ever had during their history, is the second-priority Zuma-protect national interests against acts of interference and new forms of colonialism, political and military.

But this horn of the struggle to , represented by the continuation of a historic and long-lasting anti-imperialist and anti-colonial struggle, to be linked to a process of social transformation, attention to vulnerable population groups and liberal revolution of society lla , to erase the legacies of the past and give it over to a real democratic revolution in the country.

as is necessary to underline the radical positions of Zuma, throughout the course of the intervention, it is quite unusual for a head of state, but is evidence of how the ANC, under pressure from Communist and trade union Cosatu (which just recently celebrated its 25th anniversary with a gigantic event) has suffered a sharp turn at positions the left, shifting the balance of the country on a ground very advanced and very interesting, given the geopolitical and economic developments of the beginning of this century.

The central theme of the meeting was the analysis of the international economic crisis and, as the title of the conference, "his aggravation and the identification of the tasks of the communists in defense of national sovereignty, development of alliances social and reinforcement of anti-imperialist front in the struggle for peace, progress and socialism. " On this

focused interventions of all participants who have not failed, however, to explain what was happening in their country, informing them of the activities and future campaigns and mobilizations. The analysis on the economic crisis was also the subject of a meeting organized in Brazil and India, but here you have entered more specifically, bringing the debate to end. And this challenging analytical work is seen even by the final statement (available on the web www.solidnet.org ), Which undoubtedly represents a valuable step forward in the development and research among the parties. Work is not easy given the disparity in political, cultural and even geographical between all participants.

I the 12th International Meeting of Communist Parties was, in some respects, a lens on a changing world, with all its contradictions and expectations. It certainly has helped us in Europe, to look at things from a different perspective and be aware that the world is much bigger and full of contradictions as we see from our vantage point now decadent and in crisis.

The major events in the world one another are scoring significantly starting this new century. And the protagonist of the peoples and countries, so far only been exploited and colonized by Western powers, can only be an element of emancipation and liberation for all. Even for us.

Francis Maringá -

PRC Foreign Department, taking part in the 12th Meeting of Communist Parties

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Communist world

site www.liberazione.it

Johannesburg. We wanted the event on the African continent because the annual meeting of Communist Parties around the world is truly internationalize. Born in Europe in 1998 on the initiative of the KKE greek, after several years of meeting all the old continent, the Meeting begun to touch other parts of the world, from Eastern Europe to the Middle East, arriving in Sao Paulo, Brazil, New Delhi and landed so, finally, on the African continent.

and expectations are not disappointed at all go for the 103 delegates of 51 parties represented from 43 countries on all continents, the meeting this year was held December 3 to 5 in Tshwane (Pretoria) in South Africa. For Italy this was the Communist Refoundation and the PDCI. And it's frankly hard to tell what the African style and strength of the South African Communist Party (SACP), which hosted the meeting, has infected everyone present. Who imagined a ritual event, full of formalism and perhaps a bit 'boring, it had definitely think again.

The power of music and dance from the African , have been plagued everyone present that, before listening to the introductory report of the Secretary of the SACP (Blade Nzimande, now Minister of the Government of the University Zuma) were able to attend a musical performance with songs of struggle of the apartheid era. South Africa looks to the future, but the wounds are still all alive on the skin of a population that, precisely in 2010, is celebrating the 50th anniversary of the formal decolonization, but that still is a victim of forms dangerous projects of foreign domination and interference of the military (Africom).

The meeting was, as always , an opportunity for Communist parties to meet and discuss, to review the activities carried out last year and outline the guidelines of the future joint work. But this year, this has been framed as a side activity for the mobilization and knowledge of the country. This has required a significant initiative in solidarity with Cuba and the liberation of the Five, the presence of a large delegation of Cubans living in South Africa, but also visit the famous township, where people live the country's poorest and where, historically, had been ghettoized black people during apartheid.

Exciting free that all international delegations have resulted in Soweto, famous township located near Johannesburg, who gave birth to Mandela and where there was the famous student uprising, which wanted to impose the Afrikaners in their schools, violently repressed in blood.

the SACP, the party that next year will celebrate its 90th anniversary and that has an important role in governing the country, wanted to include the organization of this meeting, inside a packed agenda of activities at the international as the First Forum of the leftist forces of the African continent and the Second African Conference for Participation in Democracy (August 2010), the Congress of the Communist Youth and the 17th edition of the World Festival of Youth and Students, in a few days , draw in South Africa hundreds of thousands of young people from all across the globe, for an event that, even now, promises to be memorable.

Of particular significance is the fact that the President of South Africa, Jacob Zuma, has wanted to bring his greetings to the work of the Meeting, before leaving for Cuba, to meet with Raul Castro and the development of a dense series of political and economic relations. No wonder: the human toll that Cuba has led the fight for independence and anti-colonial struggle in Africa is enormous and is still very much alive in the minds of people. In fact, rather than a greeting, Zuma held a real conversation over an hour, which has long stressed the similarities between the struggle of the Communists for a world of peace and social justice, with efforts by his government in the African context.

In a changing world and in which the so-called "emerging economies" such as weight gain ever had during their history, is the second-priority Zuma-protect national interests against acts of interference and new forms of colonialism, political and military.

But this horn of the struggle to , represented by the continuation of a historic and long-lasting anti-imperialist and anti-colonial struggle, to be linked to a process of social transformation, attention to vulnerable population groups and liberal revolution of society lla , to erase the legacies of the past and give it over to a real democratic revolution in the country.

as is necessary to underline the radical positions of Zuma, throughout the course of the intervention, it is quite unusual for a head of state, but is evidence of how the ANC, under pressure from Communist and trade union Cosatu (which just recently celebrated its 25th anniversary with a gigantic event) has suffered a sharp turn at positions the left, shifting the balance of the country on a ground very advanced and very interesting, given the geopolitical and economic developments of the beginning of this century.

The central theme of the meeting was the analysis of the international economic crisis and, as the title of the conference, "his aggravation and the identification of the tasks of the communists in defense of national sovereignty, development of alliances social and reinforcement of anti-imperialist front in the struggle for peace, progress and socialism. " On this

focused interventions of all participants who have not failed, however, to explain what was happening in their country, informing them of the activities and future campaigns and mobilizations. The analysis on the economic crisis was also the subject of a meeting organized in Brazil and India, but here you have entered more specifically, bringing the debate to end. And this challenging analytical work is seen even by the final statement (available on the web www.solidnet.org ), Which undoubtedly represents a valuable step forward in the development and research among the parties. Work is not easy given the disparity in political, cultural and even geographical between all participants.

I the 12th International Meeting of Communist Parties was, in some respects, a lens on a changing world, with all its contradictions and expectations. It certainly has helped us in Europe, to look at things from a different perspective and be aware that the world is much bigger and full of contradictions as we see from our vantage point now decadent and in crisis.

The major events in the world one another are scoring significantly starting this new century. And the protagonist of the peoples and countries, so far only been exploited and colonized by Western powers, can only be an element of emancipation and liberation for all. Even for us.

Francis Maringá -

PRC Foreign Department, taking part in the 12th Meeting of Communist Parties

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One spring evening two travelers ...

publishing a short story already shared with friends IrideLapsus , it is because I fell over the eye and replace the old notes, more or less because it is an anniversary because I miss my fox, because more or less I'm glad to see you on the pages of this sort of blog.

am a beast from the red-haired, fawn, cunning and suspicious nature for a reason for those weird hairless animals. Tall, long, awkward. My kingdom is done at night delicate, aromatic precise, sometimes sweet, others spicy or unpleasant or awkward. My roads are laid out and lit the dance of the fireflies.

I am fox, free and single.

that night, which just preceded the explosion of spring, absently chewing a leaf of a lily to wipe my mouth just eaten dinner by the damage of what they call the long hen trotting at constant speed, protected by darkness, along the edge of a deserted road. I knew that not far away there was a hole where these men came together in packs, and that, at that time of night, were now all gone. After its passage there would be a veritable buffet of delicacies: the ideal conclusion to this beautiful clear moonlit night. Chocolate and fruit pieces. Maybe biscuits, with a little 'luck, some long, he forgot one of those containers that they call beer.

approached, however, first softly, then louder and louder, I heard the unmistakable sound of two senior who communicate with the strange language modulated made of pop language and scratch throat.

In the air there was a strange smell that never before had heard that night, spicy and hot, like the aroma of cut grass from the farmer when it burns.

that will As I approached the head began to turn around, I began to hear footsteps on the grass verge gradually lighter, or the curiosity that I have always condemned, the fact is that I advanced towards that buzz human and to the particular strange smell.

Carefully leaned over the top of the snout-nosed black topped over the tall grass. Between me and the lair of the high was only a strip of black earth and edge of the ledge which still hid my body red.

what I perceived was strange, too strange to devote myself to the mere quietly searching for my last night snack.

front of me was a boy and a girl sitting opposite each other talking, all the time. Never stack the sounds they produced a constant and hypnotic melody.

Now and then fell silent and passed a tube-shaped object that was smoking, which was clearly the source of the smell that had made me read paws. We supported the mouth, I cut it and had fun to make great clouds of white smoke. Then if the review and began again to speak, from time to time with new records. I was fascinated. I felt that these creatures, unlike the rest of their species to vibrate in harmony with the world. That the continuous sound was sweet, full, constant. So much so that I did not realize that by now I was out in the open and the nose up, no more than four jumps from them.

The male was standing in front of me, the female, in silence, looking at me. He had brown eyes and big, deep eyes that I saw my sisters, my brothers.

The man whispered something to me, I looked too. There was no fear and no tension, just a sweet amazement.

I went a little '. He did not move but I saw that I looked at the body by reading the pace, knowing I was doing the same.

I got a jump on him. Due to her. I wanted to impress their smell inside, that memory is primordially incacellabile that the most precious of my race.

then reached out a hand towards me, slowly. I directed my ears, digrignai the nose, tail relaxed, in what is a greeting between us foxes and disappear into the darkness.

not abandoned them, however, because he still longed for answers, or confirmation, because, I admit, I liked those long, I liked their song. Their scent.

I followed them. Stayed there for a long time extending that chorus ritual. Every now and then touched or stroked. He tenderly licked. Then, together, they headed to a small red car, the set off and went away. In a moment of terror I thought that I would be lost forever and panic began to run after him through the forest without losing sight of the black path that wound beneath the noisy, smelly box that contained my humans.

I thought several times that I would be lost until, to my surprise, they stopped beside an old and a great man abandoned lair. They climbed on the roof and wrapped in a thick cloth to keep warm and close, this time they remained silent, waiting for dawn.

When the sun had risen completely made love, and I remember thinking I'd like to lick their pups.

asleep when I approached and sniffed them both closely, the nose on your bare skin. Such a name to both, and for our people is tantamount to a promise, a vow of protection. Vegliai on them until they awoke, then went back into the woods, on trails, embroidered with lilies and frost.

still keep my promise with respect to these two strange and wonderful examples of long distance, with eyes clear of the moon, following what their spicy scent.

fox and I'm free. But no longer so alone.

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One spring evening two travelers ...

publishing a short story already shared with friends IrideLapsus , it is because I fell over the eye and replace the old notes, more or less because it is an anniversary because I miss my fox, because more or less I'm glad to see you on the pages of this sort of blog.

am a beast from the red-haired, fawn, cunning and suspicious nature for a reason for those weird hairless animals. Tall, long, awkward. My kingdom is done at night delicate, aromatic precise, sometimes sweet, others spicy or unpleasant or awkward. My roads are laid out and lit the dance of the fireflies.

I am fox, free and single.

that night, which just preceded the explosion of spring, absently chewing a leaf of a lily to wipe my mouth just eaten dinner by the damage of what they call the long hen trotting at constant speed, protected by darkness, along the edge of a deserted road. I knew that not far away there was a hole where these men came together in packs, and that, at that time of night, were now all gone. After its passage there would be a veritable buffet of delicacies: the ideal conclusion to this beautiful clear moonlit night. Chocolate and fruit pieces. Maybe biscuits, with a little 'luck, some long, he forgot one of those containers that they call beer.

approached, however, first softly, then louder and louder, I heard the unmistakable sound of two senior who communicate with the strange language modulated made of pop language and scratch throat.

In the air there was a strange smell that never before had heard that night, spicy and hot, like the aroma of cut grass from the farmer when it burns.

that will As I approached the head began to turn around, I began to hear footsteps on the grass verge gradually lighter, or the curiosity that I have always condemned, the fact is that I advanced towards that buzz human and to the particular strange smell.

Carefully leaned over the top of the snout-nosed black topped over the tall grass. Between me and the lair of the high was only a strip of black earth and edge of the ledge which still hid my body red.

what I perceived was strange, too strange to devote myself to the mere quietly searching for my last night snack.

front of me was a boy and a girl sitting opposite each other talking, all the time. Never stack the sounds they produced a constant and hypnotic melody.

Now and then fell silent and passed a tube-shaped object that was smoking, which was clearly the source of the smell that had made me read paws. We supported the mouth, I cut it and had fun to make great clouds of white smoke. Then if the review and began again to speak, from time to time with new records. I was fascinated. I felt that these creatures, unlike the rest of their species to vibrate in harmony with the world. That the continuous sound was sweet, full, constant. So much so that I did not realize that by now I was out in the open and the nose up, no more than four jumps from them.

The male was standing in front of me, the female, in silence, looking at me. He had brown eyes and big, deep eyes that I saw my sisters, my brothers.

The man whispered something to me, I looked too. There was no fear and no tension, just a sweet amazement.

I went a little '. He did not move but I saw that I looked at the body by reading the pace, knowing I was doing the same.

I got a jump on him. Due to her. I wanted to impress their smell inside, that memory is primordially incacellabile that the most precious of my race.

then reached out a hand towards me, slowly. I directed my ears, digrignai the nose, tail relaxed, in what is a greeting between us foxes and disappear into the darkness.

not abandoned them, however, because he still longed for answers, or confirmation, because, I admit, I liked those long, I liked their song. Their scent.

I followed them. Stayed there for a long time extending that chorus ritual. Every now and then touched or stroked. He tenderly licked. Then, together, they headed to a small red car, the set off and went away. In a moment of terror I thought that I would be lost forever and panic began to run after him through the forest without losing sight of the black path that wound beneath the noisy, smelly box that contained my humans.

I thought several times that I would be lost until, to my surprise, they stopped beside an old and a great man abandoned lair. They climbed on the roof and wrapped in a thick cloth to keep warm and close, this time they remained silent, waiting for dawn.

When the sun had risen completely made love, and I remember thinking I'd like to lick their pups.

asleep when I approached and sniffed them both closely, the nose on your bare skin. Such a name to both, and for our people is tantamount to a promise, a vow of protection. Vegliai on them until they awoke, then went back into the woods, on trails, embroidered with lilies and frost.

still keep my promise with respect to these two strange and wonderful examples of long distance, with eyes clear of the moon, following what their spicy scent.

fox and I'm free. But no longer so alone.