Yet until recently, did not conceive that the sea was not that of my beloved South, a city that was not our cities. In recent weeks spent abroad, the only maintained contact with Italy, apart from the occasional visit to FB, and 'Gomorrah was reading, which I had only seen the film. Each page viewed was an open wound. I remembered the spectacle of flat circumvesuviana and feelings of anxiety experienced the first time I saw it. I immediately thought of the impossibility of living a normal life in those places. The pages of Gomorrah took me inside the web built, apparently meaningless, for the sole purpose of making govern the territory only to crime. How could we entrust the fate of millions of people in the hands of the worst human scum?
Then browse the pages of newspapers and the sense of despair becomes total. A lot of the events of this kind of ducetto O, always ready to menarsi the bird, despite an advanced stage of decomposition, will also laugh, makes me sick. The sight of mothers and daughters prepared to prostitute themselves for a paragraph of fame is demeaning.
Some may think that between this show and the desert plain of concrete that was abandoned by God there is no connection?
Then you say, it will perhaps not everything is as it is not possible that all is well. Do not give in, do not you go find that optimism to despair and the hope that at the bottom are your best weapons. So I like when a love is in danger of ending up in the routine of daily life that you forget the good things and lived in the oppressive banality. I will return to the paths of our history, the beauty of our land, the desire for redemption of the many, now forced to live almost on the edge of this society that throws more and more shamelessly ostentatious opulence between new and experienced poverty without hope convinced that it must and can change.
And who knows, you return to writing some of the other posts on the blog:)
Then browse the pages of newspapers and the sense of despair becomes total. A lot of the events of this kind of ducetto O, always ready to menarsi the bird, despite an advanced stage of decomposition, will also laugh, makes me sick. The sight of mothers and daughters prepared to prostitute themselves for a paragraph of fame is demeaning.
Some may think that between this show and the desert plain of concrete that was abandoned by God there is no connection?
Then you say, it will perhaps not everything is as it is not possible that all is well. Do not give in, do not you go find that optimism to despair and the hope that at the bottom are your best weapons. So I like when a love is in danger of ending up in the routine of daily life that you forget the good things and lived in the oppressive banality. I will return to the paths of our history, the beauty of our land, the desire for redemption of the many, now forced to live almost on the edge of this society that throws more and more shamelessly ostentatious opulence between new and experienced poverty without hope convinced that it must and can change.
And who knows, you return to writing some of the other posts on the blog:)
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