I was never a nationalist, patriotic, I never claim to be born in most beautiful country in the world . Although aware of the greatness of our cultural heritage (art and science, less of our overall historical events), the beauty of our landscape, examples of large, shining, dot our past, I always thought that every culture there was always something to learn. And I, therefore, considered a citizen of the world, open and available to the good that came from outside. And many times in my life I have criticized the 'Italy at where I lived, faded image of a glorious past.
But the idea of \u200b\u200ban Italy got shit in this scandal of who governs it, a prime minister who, while continuing to flee by the courts, it is said decided to reform Consultation and CSMs, after kissing the hand of the Libyan dictator, said they did not want to disturb the time of the accident, a group of ministers who vote against Northern League the establishment of the day while celebrating the 150th anniversary of one of them would also be eliminated on 1 May - Labour Day, a minister of the majority party who, impatient with the questions of a journalist, he began to kick and then the accusation of kicking him and he does not leave the room, a parliament made up of too many unworthy fellows, wandering, trying to position themselves in the best way, moved only by their personal gain, newspapers and TV have become tools of disinformation, slander and defamation (and I stop here to take a breath and allow it to those who read me) in front of such indecent indecency , I said, there would be despair if we did not see a wave of anger rising in the streets, If they hear not happy with the performance of emotion Roberto Benigni in San Remo, if not we find out that Flack's poetry has touched the hearts of Italians. All this has happened and will happen again. And we will see again, along with women, many men in the streets, listen to incitement, sometimes confused but passionate in its lightness, Benigni, he heard singing by children and mothers to their children call me again until love this country, which has now hit rock bottom, will not have climbed the slope to scream, scream a FINALLY! long and strong as a roar.
Why, after all, this Italy where we were born, we love! In spite of those who throw mud and shame, even from their stalls.
Why, after all, this Italy where we were born, we love! In spite of those who throw mud and shame, even from their stalls.
also read Don Giovanni in hell and heaven Benigni, Eugenio Scalfari
Roberta Flack won the Sanremo Festival
If not now when? Now!
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