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Letter to the President of the Council
Palermo, July 14
14/07/2010 Dear President, the person who writes
called Laura, twenty-four years old and was born in Palermo. He studied journalism at the Faculty of Letters of Wisdom and live permanently in Rome for a year and a half thanks to five hundred euro per month paid out by mom and dad.
The person who writes, today turned on the television and watched a movie of the tg3 has a stomach ache. The question immigrants from Eritrea.
These Eritreans, newly arrived in Sicily, just escaped the danger of death, with gleaming teeth and eyes full of light for the joy of surviving the journey by sea, were sent back to Libya.
These Eritreans, Mr. President, had not arrived in Italy because they wanted to 'fuck' work or something. These dirty Eritreans seeking political asylum. I do not know if you are aware of the political situation in their country of origin.
I just know you have them sent back to Africa. In fact, you do not have just sent back to Africa. Li has returned to Libya, a country that has never adhered to the Geneva Convention and therefore does not recognize applicants asylum. A country where torture is still practiced and prison conditions are appalling.
You are not alone, after the pact signed with Gaddafi, has eliminated illegal immigration, but also legalized torture to innocent people.
Then I had the wish to recommend a good book: As a first man on earth (to which is attached a very interesting dvd) of Infinity Publishing (2008). But Bilal of Fabrizio Gatti (Rizzoli, 2008) and, why not, South of Lampedusa Stefano Liberti (Minimum Fax, 2008) and The Ghosts of Portopalo of Bellu (Mondadori, 2004). You see, I thought that you, Mondadori will have access to the whole would have been happy to receive advice on which book to read between all those who publish.
So Mr. President, you have publishing houses, newspapers and television but - I told myself watching that video - it is extremely poor. She
in August 2008 signed a "treaty of friendship, partnership and cooperation" with Gaddafi.
October 2007 ENI and NOC, the Libyan state oil company, signed an agreement for the development of gas production in Libya for twenty-eight billion dollars over ten years. My friend Gela even knew that his city is connected to Mellitah (city of Libya) from a pipeline of 520 kilometers! But it is also connected to Mellitah by a myriad of bodies of Africans who do not have it made to arrive safely at our house.
you, Mr President, has sent overseas patrol boats, cars and bags of dead, along with the money needed to pay for return flights and three detention camps (more appropriately torture centers). I know that in 2007 Giuliano Amato had done the same thing.
Then I thought that in the end today nobody wants to do the work that immigrants in our country. None. They somehow save us. Save our economy.
We do not want to do the caregivers or domestic workers. We do not want work in the fields.
And do you know why, Mr. President? Because of him.
you, with its televisions, changed a nation, an entire society. She was able to change anthropologically Italians with their images.
No guy who does not want to go to university today would think of going to dig the ground or pick tomatoes. Why any boy of eighteen years of television does. And no girl with no culture and no certificates of any kind would dream of doing the domestic worker because there is this figure on TV. Or, if it exists, exists in Beautiful or Tata , but they are not Italian TV show. At best, that girl, if it has a nice pair of tits, think of a career as an escort.
The person who wrote twenty-four years and is ambitious. As ambitious as you, Mr. President.
Did you know that my teachers do lesson in the garden to protest the cuts and layoffs? You know you are doing exams at night?
The crisis, Mr. President. The crisis. What can we do if there is a crisis? You are right, you can not do miracles. You are not mica Roosevelt!
But you can do one thing, Mr. President. Listen to me carefully. You should at least allow us to stand up and complain and complain, and scream. Do not even try to gag. And then
should read some article the Italian Constitution.
I leave the homework, in fact. Few, not many. Only read these articles.
4 - The Republic recognizes all citizens the right to work and promotes conditions to fulfill this right. Every citizen has a duty to perform according to their ability and individual choice, activity or function that contributes to the material or spiritual progress of society.
9 - The Republic promotes the development of culture and scientific and technical research.
10 - The legal status of foreigners is regulated by law in conformity with international norms and treaties. A foreigner who is denied his country the real exercise of democratic liberties guaranteed by the Italian Constitution has the right to asylum in the Republic as laid down by law.
Article 21.
Everyone has the right to freely express their thoughts in speech, writing or any other means of communication. The press can not be subjected to authorization or censorship.
may take place only by a seizure warrant from the court in the case of offenses for which the press law expressly authorizes, or in case of violation of the rules prescribed by law for the claim of responsibility. In such cases, when there is absolute urgency and the timely intervention of the judiciary, the seizure of the press can be run from police officers, who must immediately, and never within twenty-four hours, report to the court. If this does not confirm the twenty-four hours, the seizure is understood to be withdrawn and null and void.
The law may establish, by general rules, which are known means of finance magazines.
For now, might try to learn these four. Then we will pass to others. 
Palermo, July 14
14/07/2010 Dear President, the person who writes
called Laura, twenty-four years old and was born in Palermo. He studied journalism at the Faculty of Letters of Wisdom and live permanently in Rome for a year and a half thanks to five hundred euro per month paid out by mom and dad.
The person who writes, today turned on the television and watched a movie of the tg3 has a stomach ache. The question immigrants from Eritrea.
These Eritreans, newly arrived in Sicily, just escaped the danger of death, with gleaming teeth and eyes full of light for the joy of surviving the journey by sea, were sent back to Libya.
These Eritreans, Mr. President, had not arrived in Italy because they wanted to 'fuck' work or something. These dirty Eritreans seeking political asylum. I do not know if you are aware of the political situation in their country of origin.
I just know you have them sent back to Africa. In fact, you do not have just sent back to Africa. Li has returned to Libya, a country that has never adhered to the Geneva Convention and therefore does not recognize applicants asylum. A country where torture is still practiced and prison conditions are appalling.
You are not alone, after the pact signed with Gaddafi, has eliminated illegal immigration, but also legalized torture to innocent people.
Then I had the wish to recommend a good book: As a first man on earth (to which is attached a very interesting dvd) of Infinity Publishing (2008). But Bilal of Fabrizio Gatti (Rizzoli, 2008) and, why not, South of Lampedusa Stefano Liberti (Minimum Fax, 2008) and The Ghosts of Portopalo of Bellu (Mondadori, 2004). You see, I thought that you, Mondadori will have access to the whole would have been happy to receive advice on which book to read between all those who publish.
So Mr. President, you have publishing houses, newspapers and television but - I told myself watching that video - it is extremely poor. She
in August 2008 signed a "treaty of friendship, partnership and cooperation" with Gaddafi.
October 2007 ENI and NOC, the Libyan state oil company, signed an agreement for the development of gas production in Libya for twenty-eight billion dollars over ten years. My friend Gela even knew that his city is connected to Mellitah (city of Libya) from a pipeline of 520 kilometers! But it is also connected to Mellitah by a myriad of bodies of Africans who do not have it made to arrive safely at our house.
you, Mr President, has sent overseas patrol boats, cars and bags of dead, along with the money needed to pay for return flights and three detention camps (more appropriately torture centers). I know that in 2007 Giuliano Amato had done the same thing.
Then I thought that in the end today nobody wants to do the work that immigrants in our country. None. They somehow save us. Save our economy.
We do not want to do the caregivers or domestic workers. We do not want work in the fields.
And do you know why, Mr. President? Because of him.
you, with its televisions, changed a nation, an entire society. She was able to change anthropologically Italians with their images.
No guy who does not want to go to university today would think of going to dig the ground or pick tomatoes. Why any boy of eighteen years of television does. And no girl with no culture and no certificates of any kind would dream of doing the domestic worker because there is this figure on TV. Or, if it exists, exists in Beautiful or Tata , but they are not Italian TV show. At best, that girl, if it has a nice pair of tits, think of a career as an escort.
The person who wrote twenty-four years and is ambitious. As ambitious as you, Mr. President.
Did you know that my teachers do lesson in the garden to protest the cuts and layoffs? You know you are doing exams at night?
The crisis, Mr. President. The crisis. What can we do if there is a crisis? You are right, you can not do miracles. You are not mica Roosevelt!
But you can do one thing, Mr. President. Listen to me carefully. You should at least allow us to stand up and complain and complain, and scream. Do not even try to gag. And then
should read some article the Italian Constitution.
I leave the homework, in fact. Few, not many. Only read these articles.
4 - The Republic recognizes all citizens the right to work and promotes conditions to fulfill this right. Every citizen has a duty to perform according to their ability and individual choice, activity or function that contributes to the material or spiritual progress of society.
9 - The Republic promotes the development of culture and scientific and technical research.
10 - The legal status of foreigners is regulated by law in conformity with international norms and treaties. A foreigner who is denied his country the real exercise of democratic liberties guaranteed by the Italian Constitution has the right to asylum in the Republic as laid down by law.
Article 21.
Everyone has the right to freely express their thoughts in speech, writing or any other means of communication. The press can not be subjected to authorization or censorship.
may take place only by a seizure warrant from the court in the case of offenses for which the press law expressly authorizes, or in case of violation of the rules prescribed by law for the claim of responsibility. In such cases, when there is absolute urgency and the timely intervention of the judiciary, the seizure of the press can be run from police officers, who must immediately, and never within twenty-four hours, report to the court. If this does not confirm the twenty-four hours, the seizure is understood to be withdrawn and null and void.
The law may establish, by general rules, which are known means of finance magazines.
For now, might try to learn these four. Then we will pass to others.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
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Chromotherapy
The old woman comes to terms of tobacco by hand, and I am a strange effect. He says that the letter you
the pits her. It takes a stamp of sixty. When you lick the saliva dissolves the chin.
In this world in black and white I always feel a bit 'at home. As if there were the croissants with nutella if you were sick. Like when mom and dad when you were little, they leave you to grandmother's house in the morning and sometimes on Saturday night. Fabrizio Frizzi she watched on television and laughed. Instead, your grandfather laughed with Magalli. The television had already become effective. First a smile was simply a response to another smiling is not mediated by a screen.
happy you woke up on Sunday, and breakfast was hot chocolate and cookies. Then he looked at Jem ('Jem is my name / I'm a singer', etc. ...). There was
a warm glow inside that room, the warmer light that you can remember. The evening
bevevi water directly from the ladle.
The remedy for the fever was a drop of brandy topped with pomegranate seeds.
were always in a good mood.
Today you have asked your father if he remembers, since he was born, very low unemployment and a crisis so fierce. We said 'no, no and no'.
Each time you return to Palermo you feel that you have to smother with hot asphalt. Then the land of the desires of a sudden becomes generous, offers a jellyfish and sea without a sun that shines down on you teeth. The streets smell of clean waste, are the best in the world. Drinking water from the sea, swallowing color to cough him back from the mouth and eyes, hear the bells and fireworks, try the white mulberry, olive feel spied a silver you saw that you have seen grow and grow and feel your skin breathe wide-pore.
sun burns all the colors and lights. 
The old woman comes to terms of tobacco by hand, and I am a strange effect. He says that the letter you
the pits her. It takes a stamp of sixty. When you lick the saliva dissolves the chin.
In this world in black and white I always feel a bit 'at home. As if there were the croissants with nutella if you were sick. Like when mom and dad when you were little, they leave you to grandmother's house in the morning and sometimes on Saturday night. Fabrizio Frizzi she watched on television and laughed. Instead, your grandfather laughed with Magalli. The television had already become effective. First a smile was simply a response to another smiling is not mediated by a screen.
happy you woke up on Sunday, and breakfast was hot chocolate and cookies. Then he looked at Jem ('Jem is my name / I'm a singer', etc. ...). There was
a warm glow inside that room, the warmer light that you can remember. The evening
bevevi water directly from the ladle.
The remedy for the fever was a drop of brandy topped with pomegranate seeds.
were always in a good mood.
Today you have asked your father if he remembers, since he was born, very low unemployment and a crisis so fierce. We said 'no, no and no'.
Each time you return to Palermo you feel that you have to smother with hot asphalt. Then the land of the desires of a sudden becomes generous, offers a jellyfish and sea without a sun that shines down on you teeth. The streets smell of clean waste, are the best in the world. Drinking water from the sea, swallowing color to cough him back from the mouth and eyes, hear the bells and fireworks, try the white mulberry, olive feel spied a silver you saw that you have seen grow and grow and feel your skin breathe wide-pore.
sun burns all the colors and lights.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
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talk about anything with minimal effort.
fact, I told myself that would be enough for me some time. Today, in the premenstrual phase, things seem to me much clearer.
Yesterday in Rome was the gay pride and gay men do not demand their rights, but met only for the famous 'group kiss' Palermo and a woman, coming home at night, met a panther. Unbelievable.
In Piazza Magione always the usual stalls and illegal residents who complain.
A bit 'of cocaine on Sunday is getting shorter.
Rivers of people who find themselves in a place and then disappear. Forget yourself for jeans, a pair of shoes. At the mall there are no seasons, it feels neither hot nor cold, light or dark it is and people roam the corridors safe, they know everything by heart.
And I saw there, rapt, staring at a soft tissue that vaguely remembered the girl's thighs.
It seems to me that there are more country roads, just straight, all without potholes and no traffic lights, not to slow down and enjoy the scenery. And I have to rebuild. No, I can not.
But some time has really gone too far.
swaying trees lose leaves and dance to the rhythm of Sebastien Tellier and the leaves go away and we'll get him 'not close the window is nice but not close it from me to let them fly like a little' But not us in the fall '.
known person in the summer, when people do not, people who eat the same thing, people who cling to the telephone, which people orient themselves, who can not find the way, people who prefer to stay at home, sharing the room and not even know, people who have worlds in the freezer, they write in secret, hypocritical people, you do wait, want, hate, that temporizing, who do not speak, they say one thing and think the exact opposite, people who sleep all day and people who never sleep, wishing things and did not take them, that have never experienced an orgasm, which have no initiative and do not make the first move. People who pretend to nothing, making Le Moine, who would take the whole world without warning, people who do not speak for themselves and people who only speak through a blog without the courage to say certain things in the face. Especially when it comes to sex. And intimacy.
Intimacy, which is a sacred concept.
Reset.
Forget all these people, leave them behind, without much rancor.
Sprinkle a few drops of perfume that smells of you all and sadness. Give a good smell, but I wash every morning.
Reasons emozionami I find millions, even for a child that gives me a deep look and an accomplice or an embrace of the best person on earth, what I consider the best. A flower fell on the floor and picked up by a girl with the big belly, a bow from a stranger, heard a laugh by telephone, a child of color who eats pizza with taste, consciousness of an entire world around you and moves even if only to end up in hell in fifty years. 
fact, I told myself that would be enough for me some time. Today, in the premenstrual phase, things seem to me much clearer.
Yesterday in Rome was the gay pride and gay men do not demand their rights, but met only for the famous 'group kiss' Palermo and a woman, coming home at night, met a panther. Unbelievable.
In Piazza Magione always the usual stalls and illegal residents who complain.
A bit 'of cocaine on Sunday is getting shorter.
Rivers of people who find themselves in a place and then disappear. Forget yourself for jeans, a pair of shoes. At the mall there are no seasons, it feels neither hot nor cold, light or dark it is and people roam the corridors safe, they know everything by heart.
And I saw there, rapt, staring at a soft tissue that vaguely remembered the girl's thighs.
It seems to me that there are more country roads, just straight, all without potholes and no traffic lights, not to slow down and enjoy the scenery. And I have to rebuild. No, I can not.
But some time has really gone too far.
swaying trees lose leaves and dance to the rhythm of Sebastien Tellier and the leaves go away and we'll get him 'not close the window is nice but not close it from me to let them fly like a little' But not us in the fall '.
known person in the summer, when people do not, people who eat the same thing, people who cling to the telephone, which people orient themselves, who can not find the way, people who prefer to stay at home, sharing the room and not even know, people who have worlds in the freezer, they write in secret, hypocritical people, you do wait, want, hate, that temporizing, who do not speak, they say one thing and think the exact opposite, people who sleep all day and people who never sleep, wishing things and did not take them, that have never experienced an orgasm, which have no initiative and do not make the first move. People who pretend to nothing, making Le Moine, who would take the whole world without warning, people who do not speak for themselves and people who only speak through a blog without the courage to say certain things in the face. Especially when it comes to sex. And intimacy.
Intimacy, which is a sacred concept.
Reset.
Forget all these people, leave them behind, without much rancor.
Sprinkle a few drops of perfume that smells of you all and sadness. Give a good smell, but I wash every morning.
Reasons emozionami I find millions, even for a child that gives me a deep look and an accomplice or an embrace of the best person on earth, what I consider the best. A flower fell on the floor and picked up by a girl with the big belly, a bow from a stranger, heard a laugh by telephone, a child of color who eats pizza with taste, consciousness of an entire world around you and moves even if only to end up in hell in fifty years.
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