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Abruzzo, Italy

For those who have forgotten that Abruzzo is Italy

A lot of recent greetings, farewells emotion, tears of sacrosanct, accompanied our consciences from Sunday night to today. A sharp pain like this do not you judge or comment on where the shock and emotion that it generates real, felt, sincere.
No one can dispute the frustration and anger of those who have suffered the injustice of having lost loved ones and have seen private home, the house in which every man or woman has the right in this world (which part-time as Christians we sometimes forget which).
The natural disaster brings to light (it has happened many times) the best side in the first moments of people excited. How can we not give credit to the volunteers who have given and still give their aid to the victims of the earthquake? But I think these people even more than thanks, aspiring to get help, even minor, to be put themselves in a position to better help those in need.
But, and here I come to the painful notes, we must not forget all that, in the chaos of this week, has gone under the plaster, so our country is accustomed to conduct reprehensible and disgusting. The journalist
TG1 that magnificent results of Auditel flagship network brings retching. Not because it is wrong to try to emerge in competition and in their work, but because such a scene is, in my opinion an insult to a value now totally forgotten decency. The indecency triumphs. The indecency
hear a head of government is heartened that the earthquake victims by inviting them to pretend to believe to make a weekend camping. Here too it is wrong to try, if possible, to defuse the situation, the risk of mistaking words, the thing that you can not digest is the lack of courage of the footman equipped with a microphone, with none of them feels that if the utter the fateful words: "President but he is saying? ".
The word begins with the indecency of Impregilo, the splendid company of benefactors, known for Naples trash and the bridge over the Strait of Messina, at least for being the one who built the buttery Hospital Aquila. Indecent
is the attitude of those who govern the game of football, ruling that it may suspend league games when a person dies he goes to the stadium with a willingness to throw stones at the opposing team's fans and does not stop in front of such a tragedy (no comment for pantomime sms charities). Indecent
is short-sighted obstinacy of those who crucified (and continues to do so even though we know to be wrong) the researcher who launched alarms for the sake of it, but justified studies in hand, the destructive potential of this earthquake. Indecent
is the attitude of some daffodils that make use of Christianity to pronounce platitudes weepy on television and they forget when the time comes instead of helping others, to do something concrete.
I could argue that I preach well without lifting a finger, I do moralism.
The first part of the sentence is true, the second is not. Moralism does who tells others what to do and then not abide by the rules, which impose on others. Moralism makes people say what they must do to earthquake victims. Mine is not moralism. With these lines attack the true moralists, those who have turned the pain of the other occasion for personal fulfillment, whether permanent or ephemeral.
We must not forget that Abruzzo is located in Italy: There will be so cliche, but I think in any other country in the West that we claim to love and to which we belong we would not have had the exulting journalist plays for Monday or members of the institutions that lack of respect to victims of natural disasters. Maybe in a western country to the complaint brought alarm was withdrawn (with apologies, crack greed) or would have done something to avoid giving major contracts for large public works to companies that are known for their collusion with interests opaque, if not downright criminal.
addition to the earthquake, the Abruzzo has happened to the misfortune of living in Italy. When the shock will eventually
jackals in double-breasted jacket and have a clear track to continue to ruin people's lives, real vultures who think they have built a new conscience for the mere fact of having shed a few tears: diffidatene, they will be more dangerous than they have ever been before Sunday.
I do not speak of the reconstruction, because even though in my heart I hope I am wrong, I think it will be a disaster, with the create the preconditions for the recurrence of this tragedy.
I understand that someone will not appreciate these words. To all those pure-hearted who are offended I apologize. But know that my criticisms are not directed at you.

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How to make love to Gaucci

Put one evening in Viterbo, standing on the parapet walls, a subtle languor steals your soul like a chill fluid, a mixture of longing and melancholy. And no need to turn around you know that behind you, quiet and plush, it appeared Luciano Gaucci, plump and slimy hands touch you can not belong to others, is not the laugh of other annoying and ugly. Even without a turn around, see their minds overflowing, its excessive carnality, her incontinent and physical vitality. Not
know if it's really there, if it's really him, or if all this is only a projection of the mind carved into thin mist of a late winter in Tuscia, but you'd know there was, you feel that you want, how you think you already love him.

I. The practice of sex: 63.
is not a mistake, and that the tonnage of your loved one is such that you'll necessarily lose his face in his belly, with no possibility of escape to embrace grease on your cheek, which seems volervi choke. But do not despair and do not feel disappointed that it seems a shame that is actually an opportunity. You have before you belly fat for so long dreamed not stop, do not hesitate, kiss what you see and even more cover it with raspberries on the navel, so as to vibrate the mass of hypnotically lovely fat. Then, look at that movement kidnapped, and his tiny eyes that sparkle happy.

II. Quarrels and reconciliation.
He has just got out of bed and miss you already, you see it as a string from the porcine eye, abducted to new ventures, but always remember that he has no right to forget about you and your dedication. So insultatelo: cover it with insults, put in doubt its beauty and its honesty, integrity and true respect of mind. It will not take long before clenching his fists, begins to babble more and more sprawling and end up crying like a baby calf. And while mormorerà with tears dripping on some nonsensical period Catania 1946 or curse Carraro, again you will feel comforted, because they recognize the man in the complainer in bad faith of which you love.

III. Conclusion.
Your love is there, tired, sweaty and satisfied, even more clammy sweat of his used to be, because now his big body exudes love. More sweat, the more it stinks, the more you love. Secure it in his piggy eyes: in her eyes is the mystery of a thousand worlds away, there is a reason why you can not help but love him and fall in love with him, There is a clear mind of fat, which already imagine, already blabbering incomprehensibly, that we already anticipate some unhealthy idea.
In his tiny eyes in the back of his tiny eyes, there where only your love can get in his eyes there Zizis Vryzas. And you love him for that.

note: this has nothing to do with facts and real people. They are pure, safe, cialtroneria.