will write to you just do not be surprised. I understand your wonder why since they invented the Big Belly red and white you no longer row. You try to understand it, he brings a lot of things, perhaps unnecessary, however the immediate ready. After all is said often? Seize the moment and then if this is made of model trains, guns, jewelry, cars, kickbacks, and binge eating panettone different, better than star to die of cold in front of a manger. But tell me who you fancy going to be born in a manger cold and frost, you too sometimes you go to the search.
But you know what you've seen the cute Santa Claus, sometimes seem to many suckers bear, the stuffed animals so cute and so not binding. About dolls mo 'I tell you something but you do not do touchy. They also invented the real dolls, real short, we say that just make them look so real, they say, make you spend a little Paturnie. Do you buys one, two, then another year, if anything, we put together the girl, and you take away the cravings maternity and paternity leave on the desktop, so now we are becoming a virtual society. You do not understand virtual and virtuous, now Expect the next crib that settle well with you.
However, the red and white suckers know Carucci. Then I know many, you find them everywhere, arriving everywhere. Oh God everywhere, if it is to say, I had never seen that make a leap toward those sunny lands forgotten by God (oops I'm sorry if I mentioned your father in vain). With the excuse that there is hot and them, because I know you want the reindeer wrapped like sausages, those shares do not stand up and always keep a safe distance. And mo 'I'll see Santa Claus to bring packages of pasta and cans of tomatoes? For love would be like forcing Berlusconi to give to his piece of tissue paper butterflies. Do not ask me Who is that Berlusconi t'attacco a tirade that the more we end up and I'm going off topic now. We talked about the homeless, not those your real friends, those red and white, now we all feel: Giovanni Rana, Condorelli, and mo 'well Totti. You tell me and who I know in theory are not any but because they often go on TV now I know God the Father (see here mo 'well your father if he could not row any more). By the way you do not you row any more, listen to this. Once if it was not raining, or you happened a misfortune like losing a job or an earthquake, did say a mass, two prayers, a procession, or asking the unions or the party, mo you forget it. Now go directly to Valentino Red or Berlusconi. Now I want to know well who is Valentino (Berlusconi nun ce test m'arrabbio)? It 'a dawg, one who has done a lot of money to ride a motorcycle. I find it so insignificant as well as a thief licensed since that boy was put to scrub the tax money he too. He obviously feels already Almighty and not even answered. Now you'll see the head of government who do well with him, so much a "Fregnaccia" leads to another.
About these novel Almighty and television, you'd better explain some things because I know that you have not you bought it. Here you see, while many years ago we were looking at the crib, where you were the principal actor, mo 'we are watching TV where the actors make them money and recommendations. Or, if you are able to cry, to kick a ball ... or, mo 'if I do well not to talk about these things, poor innocent soul. But it is better that you know, so what use to hide the truth .... Or if you go naked or naked and go make zozzerie. Then if you did certain things like your father commanded zozzerie just do not know, just us before we decided that these things are sin and then we discovered that if we are to zozzone more exciting. We who? You're right, my little soul turns to you I'm stupid with all these rants. Us in the sense of "Ommin" and among them many are those who claim to speak for you, but you will understand this as I try to explain. Try to follow without asking too many questions, you know not to believe that it is easy to explain certain things and I'm doing because I love you. You've just realized I love you and mo 'do not fit the head. Of course I love you my way, maybe a little silly, certainly not as would those who claim to be your guardians, or those who, wielding the sword of faith, for your name, make sure the things that I know would upset you too. I love you more than you do because those who suffered for being born, your parents forced to flee because they had to bear the blame for "the Son of God, in short, let's face-to-earth" were persecuted politicians. You were not born and did you already fear. Penniless, riding the donkey, the poor woman of your mother "I'm co Big Belly" had to suffer the torments of hell and then, once born, having to hide, and because of you, so to speak, was made a slaughter of innocents. That was your first, bitter knowledge of cruelty and at the same time, of human idiocy. Mo 'do you another story of idiocy, so that you know well you died in vain, you did that you kill for the sake of humanity. It happens right here in our own time and in Italy, you think the Pope is right in the country you laugh, mo 'you hear the rest then see if you do not even Ludo. You must know that even here they are arriving many families like yours, but often I only know pieces of the family. Your least remained united. They come here because they have nothing to eat there and if you forget Santa Claus, others run away because they are persecuted just as it was you. Will not tell you how come and what should be subject to humiliation and suffering. Many die along the journey of hope and those who fail must take the path of humiliation. I refrain from telling you what and what affects mainly women suffer. But do not believe that they come to eat a latch, working for us as slaves, do menial jobs that we used to the Big Belly Santa Claus, we no longer want to do. They go and live like animals between the animals in summer pastures, harvesting tomatoes by the piece often sleeping in fields where they work, caring for our elders, our children and we must also endure the cries of our misfortunes, that they have to shut their tragedies, separated forever from their suffering. Well you know what we got: now those who call themselves your fans, the soldiers of faith want to drive them out of your crib, you know you who came last among the latest in the world. You who are born in a foreign land. Now Italy wants to celebrate Christmas without these poor fellows, because they say so unfaithful, I know zozzone, say thieves. The truth is that we do not want to be disturbed in our wealth, our faith of their right to silence the conscience, then so deep down we do worse zozzerie and looting. And mo 'I tell you one that will make you angry, you are sure you will be angry, because I know that you're stupid like me and you are so angry when you see certain injustices. These "Ommin" defenders of the faith act with the blessing of so many powerful, who in turn say they act on your behalf. Here I told you not believe me and tell lies about these things, now you know. You who have died to teach us the respect and love, respect and love in spite of everything, no matter whether we are rich or poor, white or yellow blacks, of which religion we are or are not, it only matters that we are creatures of this earth. As are the flowers in the fields, birds in the air, fish in the sea and ... I will stop here because a San Francisco enough. We, however, respect and love but do not know what they are filling churches of all kinds. I do not by more, and I decided not to set foot except to go to see some things, then I'll tell you better, one in particular. I'm sure we miss you come over, the statues and crosses in which you have stuffed for their tribal rituals enough, sufficient. You suffocate in there, like me, I'm sure.
my dear child you do not believe that it is easy if you choose, as you did, to go around the Temples, to drive away the scribes and Pharisees, in ditching the stalls of the traders of faith, to speak to the sick, the oppressed, the poor, the weak, the needy in every remote corner of the Earth. You'll find that the path is an endless Calvary. Because those few who have a full belly hold the reins of the entire Earth, and only hearing about these menate of these revolutionary justice, are angry mica to laugh and soon found two axes to make a cross and nailed on. It is just like they did to you my little soul. Once you have crucified him it was easy to make you a souvenir to show around with the words "blood volume so much" then fuck just around the corner. You will have heard of crucifixes in schools and how to butcher to remove or to put them. This seat, but you do not believe that they do so for your sake, I've already said so many times and I repeat: "you just spin you nun." You have become an excuse to get into fights between Muslims and Catholics and Jews, in short, an excuse to hate more than love and respect. Before you said you were a symbol, you are now a tradition but a symbol of what? Which tradition? The only word I never say, talking about you, is "love." Rather than hear them say "blood volume as well" as to take the piss.
Did you notice you too that as I vent there is less and less to laugh, almost afraid to see you, but I decided to tell you everything and then you'll understand why and I am sure that you want me well as I want it to you. Now I'll tell you an anecdote that has marked and continues to mark my existence and I am here to tell you also of my rare visits to church, as I promised.
E 'started a few years ago, I had just experienced a trauma and I was living as a great injustice of life, but this time we will have to discuss it. For the first time since I started to get old enough to go beyond the astonishment, I entered St. Peter, you have understood your house par excellence, that which thou naughty you are, you keep it away annoyed because by such fishing boat. As you enter this magnificent church is a statue, right now, the only one in my opinion, that it is visit. And 'the Pietà by Michelangelo. When I saw I was astonished, delighted and I cried, he cried, without understanding why. I was an infinite time, who accompanied me did not dare disturb the moment. After that I went back as soon as I could and the last one was only a few days ago. It is in this last visit I took the courage to tell and to vent with you.
I do not know that Michelangelo objective was OK since even the time when this work was performed. I realized that I wanted to tell me something, beyond the beauty of the emotion expressed. Love, pain, compassion, surrender, great dignity, all that certain, yet I felt that was not enough. I did not understand the nature of those tears but almost foreboding image from that I had to wait for a response.
because pity he first grabbed my emotions and then the reason was clear to me gradually. It embodies perfectly the relationship between human and divine is the only option, in my view, to penetrate deeply the spirituality that everyone grows within him. The abstract idea of \u200b\u200ba God I've never been convinced, in fact I have always had strong grounds for skepticism. What is most deeply human in the pain of a mother and what more deeply God to show her dead son.
This mystery, linking love and death, is the cornerstone of existence itself, and this image captures the essence of it. And it was in front of this picture that I made the decision to tell and tell, my soul. Now I am going to prepare to welcome my belly I had no choice but to tell of force myself, with nothing to hide, not even the pain that awaits you and is waiting for us. Now I fear more than being a mother, my dear baby Jesus. Because life and its beauty are penetrated in this simple and wonderful mystery, and I want to live my life in spite of everything, and especially now that a new fascinating journey awaits me.
But you know what you've seen the cute Santa Claus, sometimes seem to many suckers bear, the stuffed animals so cute and so not binding. About dolls mo 'I tell you something but you do not do touchy. They also invented the real dolls, real short, we say that just make them look so real, they say, make you spend a little Paturnie. Do you buys one, two, then another year, if anything, we put together the girl, and you take away the cravings maternity and paternity leave on the desktop, so now we are becoming a virtual society. You do not understand virtual and virtuous, now Expect the next crib that settle well with you.
However, the red and white suckers know Carucci. Then I know many, you find them everywhere, arriving everywhere. Oh God everywhere, if it is to say, I had never seen that make a leap toward those sunny lands forgotten by God (oops I'm sorry if I mentioned your father in vain). With the excuse that there is hot and them, because I know you want the reindeer wrapped like sausages, those shares do not stand up and always keep a safe distance. And mo 'I'll see Santa Claus to bring packages of pasta and cans of tomatoes? For love would be like forcing Berlusconi to give to his piece of tissue paper butterflies. Do not ask me Who is that Berlusconi t'attacco a tirade that the more we end up and I'm going off topic now. We talked about the homeless, not those your real friends, those red and white, now we all feel: Giovanni Rana, Condorelli, and mo 'well Totti. You tell me and who I know in theory are not any but because they often go on TV now I know God the Father (see here mo 'well your father if he could not row any more). By the way you do not you row any more, listen to this. Once if it was not raining, or you happened a misfortune like losing a job or an earthquake, did say a mass, two prayers, a procession, or asking the unions or the party, mo you forget it. Now go directly to Valentino Red or Berlusconi. Now I want to know well who is Valentino (Berlusconi nun ce test m'arrabbio)? It 'a dawg, one who has done a lot of money to ride a motorcycle. I find it so insignificant as well as a thief licensed since that boy was put to scrub the tax money he too. He obviously feels already Almighty and not even answered. Now you'll see the head of government who do well with him, so much a "Fregnaccia" leads to another.
About these novel Almighty and television, you'd better explain some things because I know that you have not you bought it. Here you see, while many years ago we were looking at the crib, where you were the principal actor, mo 'we are watching TV where the actors make them money and recommendations. Or, if you are able to cry, to kick a ball ... or, mo 'if I do well not to talk about these things, poor innocent soul. But it is better that you know, so what use to hide the truth .... Or if you go naked or naked and go make zozzerie. Then if you did certain things like your father commanded zozzerie just do not know, just us before we decided that these things are sin and then we discovered that if we are to zozzone more exciting. We who? You're right, my little soul turns to you I'm stupid with all these rants. Us in the sense of "Ommin" and among them many are those who claim to speak for you, but you will understand this as I try to explain. Try to follow without asking too many questions, you know not to believe that it is easy to explain certain things and I'm doing because I love you. You've just realized I love you and mo 'do not fit the head. Of course I love you my way, maybe a little silly, certainly not as would those who claim to be your guardians, or those who, wielding the sword of faith, for your name, make sure the things that I know would upset you too. I love you more than you do because those who suffered for being born, your parents forced to flee because they had to bear the blame for "the Son of God, in short, let's face-to-earth" were persecuted politicians. You were not born and did you already fear. Penniless, riding the donkey, the poor woman of your mother "I'm co Big Belly" had to suffer the torments of hell and then, once born, having to hide, and because of you, so to speak, was made a slaughter of innocents. That was your first, bitter knowledge of cruelty and at the same time, of human idiocy. Mo 'do you another story of idiocy, so that you know well you died in vain, you did that you kill for the sake of humanity. It happens right here in our own time and in Italy, you think the Pope is right in the country you laugh, mo 'you hear the rest then see if you do not even Ludo. You must know that even here they are arriving many families like yours, but often I only know pieces of the family. Your least remained united. They come here because they have nothing to eat there and if you forget Santa Claus, others run away because they are persecuted just as it was you. Will not tell you how come and what should be subject to humiliation and suffering. Many die along the journey of hope and those who fail must take the path of humiliation. I refrain from telling you what and what affects mainly women suffer. But do not believe that they come to eat a latch, working for us as slaves, do menial jobs that we used to the Big Belly Santa Claus, we no longer want to do. They go and live like animals between the animals in summer pastures, harvesting tomatoes by the piece often sleeping in fields where they work, caring for our elders, our children and we must also endure the cries of our misfortunes, that they have to shut their tragedies, separated forever from their suffering. Well you know what we got: now those who call themselves your fans, the soldiers of faith want to drive them out of your crib, you know you who came last among the latest in the world. You who are born in a foreign land. Now Italy wants to celebrate Christmas without these poor fellows, because they say so unfaithful, I know zozzone, say thieves. The truth is that we do not want to be disturbed in our wealth, our faith of their right to silence the conscience, then so deep down we do worse zozzerie and looting. And mo 'I tell you one that will make you angry, you are sure you will be angry, because I know that you're stupid like me and you are so angry when you see certain injustices. These "Ommin" defenders of the faith act with the blessing of so many powerful, who in turn say they act on your behalf. Here I told you not believe me and tell lies about these things, now you know. You who have died to teach us the respect and love, respect and love in spite of everything, no matter whether we are rich or poor, white or yellow blacks, of which religion we are or are not, it only matters that we are creatures of this earth. As are the flowers in the fields, birds in the air, fish in the sea and ... I will stop here because a San Francisco enough. We, however, respect and love but do not know what they are filling churches of all kinds. I do not by more, and I decided not to set foot except to go to see some things, then I'll tell you better, one in particular. I'm sure we miss you come over, the statues and crosses in which you have stuffed for their tribal rituals enough, sufficient. You suffocate in there, like me, I'm sure.
my dear child you do not believe that it is easy if you choose, as you did, to go around the Temples, to drive away the scribes and Pharisees, in ditching the stalls of the traders of faith, to speak to the sick, the oppressed, the poor, the weak, the needy in every remote corner of the Earth. You'll find that the path is an endless Calvary. Because those few who have a full belly hold the reins of the entire Earth, and only hearing about these menate of these revolutionary justice, are angry mica to laugh and soon found two axes to make a cross and nailed on. It is just like they did to you my little soul. Once you have crucified him it was easy to make you a souvenir to show around with the words "blood volume so much" then fuck just around the corner. You will have heard of crucifixes in schools and how to butcher to remove or to put them. This seat, but you do not believe that they do so for your sake, I've already said so many times and I repeat: "you just spin you nun." You have become an excuse to get into fights between Muslims and Catholics and Jews, in short, an excuse to hate more than love and respect. Before you said you were a symbol, you are now a tradition but a symbol of what? Which tradition? The only word I never say, talking about you, is "love." Rather than hear them say "blood volume as well" as to take the piss.
Did you notice you too that as I vent there is less and less to laugh, almost afraid to see you, but I decided to tell you everything and then you'll understand why and I am sure that you want me well as I want it to you. Now I'll tell you an anecdote that has marked and continues to mark my existence and I am here to tell you also of my rare visits to church, as I promised.
E 'started a few years ago, I had just experienced a trauma and I was living as a great injustice of life, but this time we will have to discuss it. For the first time since I started to get old enough to go beyond the astonishment, I entered St. Peter, you have understood your house par excellence, that which thou naughty you are, you keep it away annoyed because by such fishing boat. As you enter this magnificent church is a statue, right now, the only one in my opinion, that it is visit. And 'the Pietà by Michelangelo. When I saw I was astonished, delighted and I cried, he cried, without understanding why. I was an infinite time, who accompanied me did not dare disturb the moment. After that I went back as soon as I could and the last one was only a few days ago. It is in this last visit I took the courage to tell and to vent with you.
I do not know that Michelangelo objective was OK since even the time when this work was performed. I realized that I wanted to tell me something, beyond the beauty of the emotion expressed. Love, pain, compassion, surrender, great dignity, all that certain, yet I felt that was not enough. I did not understand the nature of those tears but almost foreboding image from that I had to wait for a response.
because pity he first grabbed my emotions and then the reason was clear to me gradually. It embodies perfectly the relationship between human and divine is the only option, in my view, to penetrate deeply the spirituality that everyone grows within him. The abstract idea of \u200b\u200ba God I've never been convinced, in fact I have always had strong grounds for skepticism. What is most deeply human in the pain of a mother and what more deeply God to show her dead son.
This mystery, linking love and death, is the cornerstone of existence itself, and this image captures the essence of it. And it was in front of this picture that I made the decision to tell and tell, my soul. Now I am going to prepare to welcome my belly I had no choice but to tell of force myself, with nothing to hide, not even the pain that awaits you and is waiting for us. Now I fear more than being a mother, my dear baby Jesus. Because life and its beauty are penetrated in this simple and wonderful mystery, and I want to live my life in spite of everything, and especially now that a new fascinating journey awaits me.
