Really. There are days that I'm holding. Do not want to talk about tomorrow's vote in Mirafiori, to what is central to the social protection of the last bastions of this country. I'm not saying that is yet another attack on our already great plutocratic rule of law.
It is not the life of the Marquis of Milan itself that will make me change my mind this, my final silence, as it can be romantically charming, delightful adventure. He has published Doctor Zhivago (Pasternak thanked the good mother that Russia could not even pick up the Nobel), certainly, and the Leopard (who else if spun by Tomasi Lampedusa ?!?). Diario in Bolivia. Posthumously. Entrusted to him by Fidel himself.
's story is the story of Feltrinelli against an Italy, a man who decided when to decide to side with the most uncomfortable and, as luck of birth, he risked his soul and that of his family to follow which was that ideal communist partisans bayonet and shelter during the Great War. The story of
Feltrinelli is the story of a terrorist. What are you doing? Storgata the nose now? Well, December 12, 1969 he fled into hiding, accused of being involved in the massacre of Piazza Fontana. In 1970 he founded the GAP (ie Partisan Action Group). Not enough? He died during an attempt to sabotage the outskirts of Milan. Perhaps an accident. Perhaps the Services, or the CIA.
really do not want to talk about truth. Maybe I'm not able. Years of media disinformation and bulimia have really leveled the ability of our indignation at the point of making an entire nation blind? A nation made of great men and women of great men and women who sits in silence to see die. I can not speak of truth because my words are never enough, not enough as the life of an anarchist who fought for the culture, for freedom.
are the words of an actor. It is not the story. These are the stories.
That thrill the base of the neck which is step brujo, who calls evil.
I am the voice of a man who lists the dead and the bomb was, that infamy with silence and inattention is the punishment of any kind.
'm torn flesh of the innocent which is not even allowed to take sides.
If you want the truth, seek it in white sheets spread out in the hall.
beaten to go pee.
Greeting Simo and I go away, I laugh a bit with Angela and the 10,000 steps recommended by Maura a dietitian, but before I walked home I percent.
wait for the green signal.
Really, I do not mean anything. Do not want to think about tomorrow's vote, after all what will never change? Are all these stories. Or history. Stories. or History?
http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giangiacomo_Feltrinelli
http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gruppi_d% 27Azione_Partigiana
http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/ Amnistia_Togliatti
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