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Base or Base? This is the problem

It 's a bit silent and that in principle I should continue my work, I know, I know.

fact is that bothers me open the Journal and it empty new thoughts. Loses its meaning and my good policy for the next month, is to leave no stone unturned to chance, so ... je suis ici, mes love.

The Easter holidays were refreshing but, you know, nothing in four beautiful Giornetti school can not be remedied. We were too relaxed instill too, as we have permission to comment on. Anyway, I had a very good idea to take me behind the computer, books and my folder to show / program / social crap, downloaded from the Internet, and requires at least one visioncina.

After long agony, my dear laptop was able to recover (with the collaboration of the mule ) two episodes of "The Eighth Nano ".

Now, I know it sounds incredible and is very " door " but there was a time when there was serious satire in Italy. Come on, do not make that face, I tell you that is so true and is as sure as if Berlusconi did not give him s'incazza dell'evasore tax but only if you tell him you should retire to make Grandpa (and looks to be true, eh?, try to take a look Mouth of the latest articles, Augias, Zucconi, dear Concy beat all the old key).

satire there, and that serious, but not rhymed with Bagaglino with Luttazzi. Blob. And, in particular, Dandini and his team. A lot of comedians Zelig made their ranks there '. People like Mr. "Chochmacher" (who once smoked the hydrangeas and the asphalt) and as the "Filipino" to demolish the house that Bisio (and which was once pisùpisù ... I think) and that man is to marry ♥ Marcorè that Blacks (and there was the Count Swaronsky and ran behind the skirts of the Countess Olga). I do not quote the Guzzanti, I take for granted that people know about them (and if you do not know them, ask yourself remedied immediately).

In particular, there was a pair of comedians "minor", for their first participation in the work of that team, two comedians who made their debut in the program thanks to a sketch that, alas, was the ancient and the secular together.

Basically, two unfortunates who were trying to reinvigorate their communist small section in Sicily, claiming the need to create a link between the base and the core executive of the then baby Olive. After several perpipezie, the two mangiabambini decided that if the base does not occur, we can only do this directly to the Chief the base, you know, maybe he had no confidence.

reached Rome, and finally managed to get their great occasion speak with one of Big .




The people, when focused how long insisted the problem of basis (which means that the basic problem ?, this is not circumvented by the undersigned in terms of members, it is avoidance of my will which is quite different, because if the first hypothesis leads to brand as communist sacrificed to the cause of the latter allows me to step on their feet and still stronger, if I scold ) will be destabilized.

think that the Italian Left, as it is conceived and designed, has no chance of redemption and, taken by the frenzy that the surrogate is a presumption underlying that is a bit 'of us all, claim to liquidate in a jiffy a perennial problem with solutions that shoot into the air.

Now go so young candidates, then away with the nominations of Deborah , let's face inside the "new" as the dear David, in the wake of that precarious not remember the name that had not even thirty years and was nominated to parliament by Veltroni.

Now. I have twenty years. And I'm living proof that the Communists do not eat children. For the first five years of age (those in which the father takes you to the zoo and the playground, so to speak) my father has meant Saturday morning cleared by the formula "Love, I'll take you to eat the ice at the House of people ".

No, I can confirm: the Communists do not eat children, and think about it, refusing even to make you do the purges because, when exhausted by papo-papo-papo-miscappalapipì/lacacca reduces me to hang his jersey to my father winding up: Treasury, two seconds, we're talking about important things, there is a problem .

It turned out that three years I've learned that make sheep's eyes at the bartender makes sure that an adult hand will lead you to pee in the bathroom and I even learned to pronounce the first sentence that makes sense, that went less: mother, who has a problem, who has a problem, who has a problem ".

Yeah. There was always a problem of basic which translated into a potential problem for my pants and, similarly, always a new problem of communication between large and small threatening to harm, to say the least of my mother, even the communicability between me and my father.

For me it is depressing, the fact that similar problems existed. Simply, it is the norm, there are increased within and I know how this who has a problem who has a problem with both controfiocchi.

Serracchiani's application is a point in favor of PD, because it is expressed with precision problems in defining the new training. However, the main spring at the base of his candidacy is nell'aspra criticism of the party structure. I tried (I confess, somewhat superficial) statements about the projects at European level, proposals for projects to be pursued not only in favor of the continent, but Italy itself to reflection.

My impression is that the Serracchiani was chosen, again, as a matter of age and freshness in verbal terms, from Electric, however, I find myself asking what are the bases from which I can move my preference for grant because it is clear that, while in agreement with the words of the Assembly of the PD, I have proposed as a candidate, once again, from the party.

Now. That the policy claims to be modernizing there is no doubt but with politics I mean not only rejuvenate the uprising dederre D'Alema ('Sera ♥ Giulia) and Bassolino but a total rethinking of 'to be political in Italy which is something quite different.

One applicant who alone has logic "to be young and think young New port" is a weak candidate because based on the same principle of the shares rose, one has to sit in parliament not because there is woman but because worthy .

This stylish "Famolo young" has the alarming for those who know her chickens, because that hides itself, and hope I am wrong, turns out to be yet another replacement of the ruling class.

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And the time goes by

I had promised myself to write a few lines on the trip to Berlin with a clear mind, backed by at least 13 hours of sleep and devoid of any physical disorder.

Therefore, correctly, write it after three in the morning with a sore throat worse than when I came back e. .. no, unfortunately I am glossy by default even when I drink six spirits.

say that Berlin is a city of young people.

will .

will that we visited with two teachers (which, translated, means with rather small margin of freedom in terms of time and in terms of improvisation).

we will have to stay in a hotel about an hour from Alexander Platz, and perilous, in East Berlin that seems much less vibrant than the western (and who knows why ...).

that will remain effective for about three days we had a rain cats and dogs, another with hail and snow storms, and another in which the sun hath been finally deigned to check out.

will.

Berlin is a city that should be visited under the pretext of looking for the beautiful . Berlin, beauty - exquisitely nell'accezione literally-has very little.

Flats fifties alternate constructions of matrix clearly Nazi in their solemn Sfregola against the sky where the clouds chase each other so much quicker than if only a second before you could cheer for a sunbeam, that after you fold so that you get a hailstone in the face.

I could say that Berlin is peacemaker art, everywhere you turn you can lay eyes on the works of pop art and wonder, how to blend neoclassical art without jarring with expressionist art.

agree only in part, because While it is true is not the essence of art to be constitutive of the city in question, what really makes you put your nose out of your room, with a wind speed of 180 km / h makes you grace to make you do a second shower, is the fact that, in Berlin, you can really perceive.

The weight of history, I say.

You can get your hands dirty with the error. Can you feel it, almost, that node that will occlude the throat, in touch with the look of the walls of the Reichstag. You can give to you and spins you print clear, crisp , the picture of parades and stunts performed by twin girls with blonde braids.

Berlin not to visit the art; Berlin did not visit it for fun, Berlin visit to be aware that the story is as alive and present there.

And you do not understand at first. You walk in those gray streets and you can not explain why you seem so hostile that city. Walk and do not understand what it is that sense of oppression that makes you look annoyed other students laughing in front of the Topography of Terror. Walk in and you can not understand why, as unfounded, and a fine one Caramel Macchiato Muffins for lunch, hungry ?

Walk and you can not focus on the good things.

that gray penetrates you to the bone, along with cold and rain.

And then?

So I do not know (and right now I feel the voice of Julia in my ears telling me that, after this, the myth of Vale who always knows everything has gone along with that fucked up That speaks well of ).

Really. I do not know how the hell should I label it, Berlin.

should probably invent a new adjective for her.

Probably you just have to visit it again, to seize it in its entirety.

Probably.

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relations and horoscope

Times have changed. The time is ripe. Yes We Can. Yes We Change.

Mh. Not really.

I have the good habit of healthy on Friday morning buying my beautiful copy of Republic and sipping the wonderful stained Ms. Lilly. The act of reading is often disturbed, of course, a little 'because sgom Sara, a little' because between Parliament and a little 'because Emy is always instill a ass and you can not expect much.

But they arrange, that is. Republic is not only a way to silence my guilt over what little it is, now, my reading activities but, above all, is becoming a pleasant collective ritual.

Go into class, you end up browsing the headlines, shooting some vitriolic comments that are certainly, will be collected by someone who is arranging the coats behind your back. Separate newspaper from Friday and pass without even raising his eyes to Teo, in front of you. Then there is the community reading the horoscope, the downcast eyes with Trevi because even on that Friday, the fish says everything and nothing.

"thou hast learned something?"
"No, shit, you?" * Resigned look
/ ironic *
"'It is what sucks"
"Yes"
"And every Friday, however, we read"
"Aha-Aha"

* silence * "But it seems very sti sesseggiamo six days "
" Exactly, is' I'm shit na horoscope "

Then there is the booklet of art, a few comments with Liz and Julia, to what would be nice to go and see this and it would be nice to go see that.

I do not want to continue to talk about this, however, point first because, if unfortunately, some of them read the blog then able to inflate the ego and we lose them down the street: P and why, in fact, I brings melancholy to think that next year certain habits end up in the toilet.

the gist is that I love the Friday morning. A little 'less on Friday afternoon when, having crossed the threshold of the house, the paper ends up in the hands of my Grandmother.

Fair and sprightly little woman that has just rounded the buoy of the eighties, after marry my two older cousins, it seems that its purpose is vital even marry myself. That can not come to his lovely niece, so cute and so alarm is, in terms of romantic relationships, a real sloth.

Yes, at age 19 played his little Valentinetti is devoid of raw material and if you just can not explain, not really, when she attended her husband at that age already (God rest his soul), not really when his grandson, then, had already presented the first guy to the whole family. And then let's talk, she who: "gha you so much sbattola, Belon, the fact you gha occupasion, legis you cuss so much, you gha a beautiful little face, ela bela" .

There is that people (and not just by the name of Grandma) tends to widen the eyes, sapendoti only. You are given that look of sadness mixed sorrow. They call you single , why say "one like a dog" does not sound so very good, ninth. We like single, single slide down the language and knows elusive, elusive. Something that, for logical sense, is cool just because unconquerable. Something perfect, because complete, as it is. Which is

a big dick, 'the story is complete. Like the women's emancipation.

Most women I know who called themselves emancipated just because no companion were then the first bend, when they found one.

No malice or desire to criticize. Only renewed fear on my part. I have an idea of absolute love, something that puts my being, the ever-changing and I hope my life reserves as a function of the other's.

plasmo me to you, because I know that you'll change over the years and years I'll change, but you know what? There I want to change because of you and there that I did not weigh for nothing.

He knows damn important. He knows he is irreversible. And do you know of something that at the time and at least for the next ten years, are not yet prepared to do, honestly.

Yes, the little woman with controcoglioni, what seems to have always the right answer at the right time, that since he was eight years speaks of the greatest institutional systems, what the controversy is par excellence, well, is terrified by the bonds .

not all. Surprise!, I believe to be a disaster in these things. Give me an article to write, give me an essay on the constitution, give me a political debate from engaging in or give me someone to haul big, but not a combinatemi appointment because I realize that I am not .

The last time I went out with a guy I should be definitely missed something (like the fact that it was not real output), given that it all ended with an elegant message that sounded much like a two spades. Indeed. It was, I think. Something like not a good reason to continue to feel or so.

Now, it is not the point. The person in question was exquisitely polite (I say this without irony, I can not even claim to have been used and thrown away, damn it: P) but rather the fact that, after the step of: me-look-the-mirror- e-lo-I-break-Diiiiio-what-I-suck and that of: my instinct is misfiring was followed by the awareness that it was overly sweet ... compared to my standards.

not get me wrong. I do not usually dripping honey, I hope it does not drip even then. Except that, between a smile and the other, probably not identified for what they really are.

And the truth is that I look around and read it in the eyes of those people who are dear to me, that would, for them, the great love. And I wonder: if I am the one who refrettaria true love I could make some noise, they?, They are like?

In love you can not correct, in love can not understand where did you wrong and correct because most of the time who rejects you (and I speak, because even I did) does not give you the real explanation, afraid / to offend your sensibilities. In love, you bring not settle, flirt in rewarding the presence of even one good quality that you recognize as such (ie, in a sense, to settle). In love there is no meritocracy and objectivity, only subjectivity, therefore, really, I wonder how my grandmother can still chase the horoscope of the week and which are listed under reports.

Yes we can, yes we change, yes we're workaohlic women's.

El dehydration that someone you risveierà curiosity-Romantic week is ".

Mh. Not really.