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Saturday. At work, as usual. I bring the weather is normal, and then add that in London spleande the sun, but not hot. I watch the people go `out, while here, at least for the moment, I can enjoy a moment of pause.

This week is passed quickly. Since his return from a Sunday, tomorrow's flight home, or should I say tonight. Flight at dawn, arriving for Sunday lunch and lasagna for Mom, at least this makes me happy.

MONDAY dentist to see if he can find a remedy to my problemini that affect my life very ultimamente.Troppo.

Last night I went to a concert and I immediately plunged again in British life. Drum n bass and dubstep, British raved and danced like crazy, I lost as usual. Too bad that work today and did not sleep that great `. Back in London, with what results.

He has been back home, understand that I belong here, somehow I do not know how, because proper in that way. But it is so `.

Last night I was back on the bus notebook and pen in hand, despite the fluctuations of the medium, to imprint on paper the emotions of the jet. Knowing that is you want, or rather, what you need. See what or who or what you have before you and hear something that does not want to be quiet, but strangely no more screaming, but she speaks. Maybe it will come `whispering.

I feel uncomfortable when someone talks about his sexual habits, are modest, hide my embarrassment behind words that are not mine. I do not like it if not a joke and I'm surprised to know that he is so `. A year of friendship, a year flew SO, it is stunning. One year when I'm in love with him, I saw things that did not, who did not, I found others that make me laugh and feel good. I continue to dance with him and not be able to explain to others why. To me, that is basically a little snob without explanation or `no reason, to me, I never considered a future with someone who had not completed its plans or at least with someone who had started their training. I called her that scholarship, I stand in no-wise to me to be ashamed to admit, I never saw a future without a man beside me did not graduate. Not that a degree guarantees `who knows what, but it is always been my obsession (mental).

scared me to hear recently that the Other wants of family and future children.

What you talk about his family and sense of responsibility. And yet ... there `

quell'eppure, quell'Adrenalina not listen, even if you're fine.

And perhaps even more do not know what I want.

It is time to think, since he goes on vacation and I get my 'my friends around and visiting.

One month to Subsonica. And I'm curious to see the reaction of friends to him, what he meant and what it entails. A come see me.

That trip, I travel, sometimes dangling inside ...

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Why not right away from it all ...
why "south wind" coming from our neighbors ..
For "epochal change" announced ...
for the Federal "tax" (?) .... For this
Italy, still lacking and image uniformity, baby compared to other nations in Europe, I opened the TV.
I was away sick of feeling stupid in listening to lies, ignorance, vulgarity, opportunism, but my ancestral indignation has been strengthened, and not just because I have a good memory, but also in memory of an old saying "there is no end to the worst."
begs the memory of political confrontations between gentlemen, in the presence of conductors, then called "moderators" discrete, non-partisan, not just educated, because informed but also educated.
And then hearing "just selfish conveniences" in total ignorance of ethics, public res, and history, ... in a light I begin with what they would say my old and my great-uncle Sicilianissimo, commanding beautiful Mountain 100 years ago:
not smart about money, and you know that a gentleman is never a tirchione,
The exaggerated form out of place, and too much formality in the fall sbobbismo.
The class is also made of lightweight, composure and sobriety.
The dress is not the Monaco, but expresses his own being and needs.
However, a gentleman is never a daffodil beyond the norm, and not "identify" with her dress.
The nobility, not the arms tied to endowments for atavicità should handle the boredom, and is used to do so.
A gentleman does not ever invade the sphere of others, and lives with an almost fanatical respect for the world and its laws.
be lady is difficult, and instead of arrogance and the presumption is "satisfaction" of the 'self-esteem even in poverty, as the inner wealth leads to being out of need.
If there was culture, knowledge, memory would know that the logic of profit can be gentlemen, because the logic of profit is finalized and when kindness is a feeling ... is in contrast to profit.

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It is SO. Intimate, direct, wavering, unsteady ee confusing.

As my mood.

return from overseas, who still say it is impressive. La `,` beyond the conceivable, and yet now is designed Why was there.

A hardness of soul recovery, regained. yet, and yet blows. No, I do not know if it blows or not. Today `blowing so much to be sick, hurt by debris that I thought were buried back there where who knows. They are small crumbs become heaps, and they hurt, they feel bad, but I just want to smile, or groped, anything whatsoever.

(+ Tour with notebooks and pens, I overestimated the desire to put in a row, one behind the other rambling words that make sense to me, just for me, as a warning and retaliation +)

Another, yet another flight on Sunday, soon, Italy again, home again, to try to fix that which hurts, that which affects and may affect my choices or make void or empty, choose words well.

's weird. Forte, "sure of yourself, as you seem to the shots" and then this. Again. Remedios.

Of the various paths taken of various people I met, the essence juice, then spit it like poison.

Tap scialaquare or rinse the mouth with rage and honor, maybe even love. All mixed together, like a potion, which has very little magic.

Fate, destiny, fate and rising to the setting.

Force! `Come on, take that which is yours by right!

kneel, dangling without distinction, with tired limbs, ruined, ruinous.

bring experiment, experience, feel, feel. Cagnoscenza teacher who stands to shame, which requires first and then hidden inside or behind, but ... but if `.

Simple simplicity of it or doctrine ad personam.

Sounds, mixed, sharp, painful and intense. Penetrating, that through you, even if you do not give to see.

close in your world, your own, that is yours, only yours.

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Sunday afternoon.

not change much in reality for me whether it is Sunday. When I lived in Italy meant Sunday Mass with the family, the aroma of roast just wake up, big lunch. After the sweet escape secretly to go to the computer. It also meant hugs in the living room watching TV, the game, the polenta.

Here it means if all goes well, a trip to Brick Lane and Spitalfields, before going to work.

London today is gray and bitterly cold, the work seems to be all quiet and I have time to write.
A strange mood today. In the middle between the "to want to just stay huddled under the covers and the desire to be happy" . `That is a strange mood, which among other things I can not afford it, since I have a job where contact with people is the order of minute. Should I be anything but moody, but, well you know, I am.

I'm greeted friends in return for Italy. Nothing to say, do not ever get used to goodbyes. Although visits are a matter of days, even if they are old friends, but my dear friend factor Heart always intervenes.

concert last night and the usual clumsy, I have remedied an elbow in the jaw, obviously on the side of the tooth right out. I had a moment of panic when I could not more to aprirela mouth. Now still aches, but nothing impressive. Evening

not at the top, just as capable of almost bored to a concert, incredible. For the rest

usual, grudges, memories, thoughts, hurt, but I do not know what this account again.

I took the spade in his hand and started shoveling. I do not know exactly what you're shoveling, I'm that I'm covering the hole. Sometimes a mole peeping out from under the `and then my efforts seem futile. Cover, cover, cover. Disguise, here is this seems to have become my favorite word. Especially in times of mental processes and flights of fancy make you believe you're living the life of someone else. Trip. Film. How to be separated from your body and see everything from outside.

Needless to substances, but personal sensitivity.

When I give in error, I stop and let the weeds grow here is the moment of collapse. All lost sense, the rest is over and you just want to disappear, annihilated, reduced to a ghost. One does evil knowingly, recklessly and violently. To hear the usual things, you lose respect and dignity for themselves, it makes no sense, first of all if you do not have respect or do not have it as you want.

Playing with words, have always been good. Put them in unusual order, tasting, chewing sounds of obsolete words, without a writing style that creates pleasure, but writing a dark, always as a remedy of my stirring, swirling eclissanti of my words, not one to write for others.

Writing saved me, I save and will continue to do so.

I started to bring my notebooks and pens, the desire for urgent relief.

Thursday, it began holidays. Saturday, New York.

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I felt in love with details.
We live in it as through water.
I dive there and I plaything.
let me penetrate things very teputano insignificant, insubstantial, intangible.
Small details repudiated by the world of appearances, of the dominance.
Why is taking all personally, to his chest, to the point of the heart, `they left. Here is the
lamma sharp and you, rather than move to the sides, I offer fearless to blow.
coldly aware violently.
I like playing with words.
Dura chewing this candy, full of tar and Rasoli.
Hard to chew, so `for revenge, self-love to hate.
Objectively as opposition.
Simulacra of possibilities, to fight something that does not exist, that there's no, but it persists.
gorgeous essence of a destiny that seems ready-mixed, poorly stocked.
dolre And that, you hide the pain in the sternum, a thousand analysis have led to non-existent, but every now and then reappears, mean, at inopportune moments, engulfing emotions.


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Under acids, So. Not because he got some strange pill, but because `it seems to be lost, but present, hyperactive, running around 'and the` like a madman. Friends who come to find that in London you are looking to keep up with everything 'and who knows, who knows how will end `. In the meantime, we stick in the middle of talks that do not go well, which go already knowing that they will ` and I bruised my face against the usual wall, trying to understand why we say "Italians go abroad and find good jobs and wages are beautiful." Jump to explain to them my life and my rhythm and all curricula submitted. Here there is nothing moves. Today I even thought to move to Spain, but right now, although I know that a change would do me good, I'm not sure I have the forces necessary to do so.

A strange weekend, especially the last one. Sometimes people meet without doing anything special you do understand how things really should be. Then is strange to see how these people do not or are not "working" with others. And to think that perhaps the quiet life in a provincial town with a house, someone who loves you, trips abroad and a few laps might not be sorry. SO after all the mixing of trouble on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday were perfect. With him that perhaps there is a hologram of what I want. You wrote that you open, that there `. Thousands of miles and untouchable.

do not know. Two more pounds lost this weekend. All the stress. That you would not want to see things, hear you saying that you throw down there, from a friend that you should not ricevere.Si `to say that I drank too much and I was wrong. Friday `we're not even out. A bottle of vodka in two. I am in his room. I lost. He who comes out with phrases that are bad, they are like knives. I still think that, "tell me what you want is not so much` "It is not to hope that change your mind, but because` I only see fear in his eyes. Afraid of what I do not know, but I perceive it. Cursed heart, you go out sometime? Sentrti say that "you were wrong, you do not eat, but what you want, not become anorexic, you are not lean." Hear, "I gesture of affection, sleep hugging, no I can not, it's only in another way" "You've imagined and idealize everything," "What do you want to do it ...? Do, then you know that changes everything. " I do not know. I came home at 11 am, not crying, I was promised me. I felt raped inside. I made to hurt the person you want most is good, a person in whom I trusted. Perhaps it is true that they are "too", which are a mix of emotions, events, feelings, people I met, I lived and I have vissuto.Da Saturday I felt the need for revenge, to prove what they are with my faults and my quality ', with my past, my present and my future. For me.

Lotto with my whole being to balance and look at more adherent to the reality of myself, without shells, adjustments, or stereotypical mating complications result. Or the "person". Ad personam.

A flutter of thoughts, but trajectories logical decomposed. Heart, heart flipped, stirred, stepped on or ignored. A heart that is' them, which many seek, then when they see it ... step back, look back, they see the way out. See more cozy dens, more unsatisfactory, more immediate, more convenient. And I stoop to, to limit myself, for my being "too", I can not.

I have not yet learned.

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Just the fact that there is someone who is celebrating me .... angry. But I was also angry
Mother's Day, Father's that, not to mention that of women .... but, for me, has always had a positive side ... In fact, I always celebrated with men .... all free women from their last out and stamped by centuries of slavery .... in front of a pizza!
. The other parties often make me sad ... and I feel a yearning to climb ... unidentified .... but I do not care to dig inside of me ... to know why. It 'just so!
E 'night, we're already in the fateful day when millions of husbands and distracted fugitives, at least bring a rose to her companion .... and many other cats to smell a dead give their man, SSI ... exactly what has affected both the worn by his on duty.

I had much, much, much love I have inside me, and holidays or anniversaries are always belonged to those days when an emotion, desire is alive ... Valentine's Day
consider it a paradox and a sentimental orgy of glitter hearts.

When two love each other, and I mean love, do not exchange gifts in installments, but that day may be used to exchange thoughts, words and deeds.
When two love each other, time takes on different values, is longer when you are away, when you are together is fleeting.
However, putting aside my counter always be, I recognize that today, for all those who may be the opportunity to renew promises made and be told "are always and still happy to have met you."
For me, the story is another, and then exorcise with irony, with the tale .... I guess that told by my bohemian, good at writing, and even more whispered, while his ready story, gave him the image of my hair spread on the pillow. CINDERELLA
Valentine's Day gift for so many centuries still a long dream.
Cinderella, century-old, widowed for some time, he spends his days living with fabulous memories, with the faithful, sly old cat and love, always on his knees.
One evening, returns to the Blue Fairy,
"FATA really you?" After so many years ... but I see you again you are beautiful! are not changed, what brings you to me? "
" Yes, dear Cinderella, I had a facelift, liposuction, I was immersed in a bath of salts lubabma, but that's another story.
Since the last time I saw you have led an exemplary life, and having spent too much time asprimere you are entitled to three wishes. "
Cinderella blush, and his voice cracking with emotion said:" You know, fairy, BLUE died before he did Investment little lucky, bought Parmalat and Cirio ... went on a variable rate mortgage to renovate the castle, in short we lost everything and I love and live in poverty, so I would go back to being rich "
" No problem baby "
From the rap to a chair and the cave becomes a beautiful castle.
" And now dear do you want more? "Cinderella
spreads his arms hanging from meat, then observe the scars of time on his body and says :
"I'd like to go young and beautiful as ever, is too much?"
"No facts by sprinkling salt Lubamba" And so Cinderella
regains form of a young girl, and resurface ancient desires and hormones begin to go to three thousand
... "I left a dying wish, baby, do you want?"
"Fairy, I do not know if I ask too much, but my old friends are all dead, I still just LOVE my dear cat, you could turn it into a magnificent Prince?
The fairy then a wand on the head of the cat, old and balding, and with a meow and a brividone turns into a beefy, gym at the right point, sensual, with longish hair and pouring, and so beautiful that the swallows would stop to admire the flight ....
After that, the fairy goes away, yelling at Cinderella SGAS .... ....
"Congratulations, enjoy your new vitaaaaaa ..... eng. ... ta .... a. ...!!"
Match the Blue Fairy, Cinderella and LOVE you look in your eyes, first softly, then with complicity with others .... so ... and secret thoughts. .. .... fantasies
Love moves closer, takes between male caressing arms, brushes her hair ... the whispers:
"I bet you regret having made me castrated ... bitch!"

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This morning I was violently awakened by a courier who wanted at all costs to dispose of the package (for my roommate) down the door. I was gently absorbed so `if you will, between the arms of Orpheus. The time required for I realized that someone was actually knocking on the door, or rather slammed the door of the mailbox, because here in UK `bells you no .... not even the shadow and was gone. Went to break the boxes next to the `why give him the package designed to our apartment. What holy patience.
ordunque abrupt awakening. `And so, like when you're forced to do something, I had no better option to get up, although I was not entirely convinced of having to get up but aware that I could not get back to sleep otherwise I would have woken up 'who knows when.

time to go out and find the rain. Eighth day of work. `Well yes. We can do it. High and low, low and high, even with this tooth tediarci.

weekend Tomorrow, tomorrow night night. Series, "Who knows what` combine '. Saturday arrives. And
`` will continue for those who will live. And I, I will find. We hope not to suffer.

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Another evening. So '.
An evening with missing parts, of which I'm putting together pieces, reflections, words, not helped by Bacchus.
I enjoyed it, and how. I danced like a crazy, chilometrici.Io over heels, to dance. I almost do not recognize.
Lambrusco wine, vodka and coke, punch.
exchange of speeches in English, by which time the ratio has abandoned us. He speaks his heart. To be told once again "You're a friend, do not expect anything, do not wait, I might not return" , "you've idealized", "me and you, there's nothing else to explain". Confusion a thousand. Feeling stupid, like I was just me to see certain things. Fall to the ground all the castles, houses of cards.
I knew, after what happened earlier this month, but it looks like a soap opera. Can you say three thousand times to your brain that you need a man, not a kid, but nada, do not enter. Friends tell me this angry and worried, the mother tells me, but I am stubborn. A ventiquatrenne the province, I never considered that before. One is `special, but the shortcoming of many things that are essential for me and for which I do but now a deaf ear.
laugh, dance, laugh, laugh . I end up even close to the DJ. I clarify, on stage and left half a meter, the DJ. But there is a regular DJ. It is half of Cassius. Going Home.
I try to digest words, looks, feelings, as if it were easy. Another time
not feel up to, not be enough for anybody. When the person wishing to have fun with others (many), in different ways. Take and accept a mistake as big as a house.
It 's a struggle,' cause there are no head, not really. Eight days of work comes seguito.Poi " the guy who is perfect but with whom there may be nothing and that obviously does not take me as stupid "in visit to London. I think I` lighthouse third time at Twickenham, between the British and Italians on Saturday and I lose forth. Fabric Saturday sera.Stare well, you know when they say they feel good ? The following week there Vinicius ticket in the front row and me happy. On Saturday, after another consultation with Magnetic Man and Crystal Castle. And then New York comes close, thankfully.


Mixed feelings, because it is still a When I come home crying, but nobody knows. I walk to London Bridge, amid the drunks on Saturday night. I do with my tears and make us some case and look at me with compassione.Sono particularly salty tears. A swirl of my thoughts and ask and view of Tower Bridge at 5 am because the `My life seems ever a movie. A film with a plot very strange and complicated, but still a movie.
I do not have music in my ears. Only the sound of the night, the people of the night.

I really think was a mess. Complicated, difficult to understand, at least for readers of the blog.
'm crazy lately. I have this crazy side, this Na `almost dancing on the cube, which previously would not have done anything like that. It frightens me to this side, that I have done my books and adolescence stages.

am scared and at the same time are aware that I'm alone but I manage by myself. Sometimes you want to have someone by your side but `.

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"I am smart just enough to surround myself with smart people to solve my problems" (James Cameron)

"Maybe I was too malicious before, when I called pirate. "" And I perhaps too kind when I said that I was not. But I try to live in the present. Where the ghosts of old crimes have no place. And you? "" No, I do not believe in ghosts even though I have seen a lot in my life. "" His past the storm. "" Vanity, pride ... mistakes that cost me ... I have a loved one. " And now you throw in arms of danger. "" Oh, the old tigers presenting the dual purpose of ferocity. And fall fighting! (From "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen")

Silvio Berlusconi is the mask of sad old age, the vigor that vanishes. The old lion wounded continues to be fierce.

Nichi Vendola maintains that the true beauty and aging, change, against the flashy Olympian of Dionysus and that beauty has to do with the voucher, with the right and the truth? Oh yeah? So a person whose breath stinks .. is not unpleasant, but he knows dell'afrore sepulchral beauty, to put it ... oh ... Vendola

But the beauty is be young, the reactivity and possibly heterosexual male, and for me, beauty is synonymous with fireworks, construction and art of deception. The theater is beautiful, the painting is beautiful! Dr. Silvio Parnassus, the man who would cheat the Devil, is here for you, can make you laugh, but often cry, can make you think about your selfishness, that he knows how to live with fearless aplomb.

Berlusconi is a father, a son, a demon lost among the maze of his mind, calls for love and unconditional surrender, but often generates more hatred and conflict. And it has the thickness of the great statesman, but rather recalls a consummate actor, a news anchor on Sunset Boulevard, between crazy partying, bunga bunga and children ready to dance on his innocence ... I consider myself an honest person so often and people are fascinated by the pop star, be they sporting, political or musicians, it is the charisma of the head ... say ...

Creator The seller of dreams, or Charlatan Wizard of Oz

I come from a family of left, how many of you, and as a child I learned words like solidarity, progress, respect and empathy. Well, my empathy for thirty solitary imbolsito and genetic problems of balding, is a man who over the past 18 years has been better than any other country that I love and where I'd die. The country is Italy.

The person is Silvio Berlusconi and if you really want to face what we've become, you must be reflected in the face of the man who leads your country!

So if you share the ideal of beauty, remember that behind this tragic mask, this novel Meneghino, fake and plastic, there are sorrows, sacrifices and a conscious maturity of the young man who wanted to be, but it was not because the Time is surely missed ... ... (Vendola would say!)

But above all there is humanity, fall. The revocation of a manly man is never a nice thing to tell or a living and unfortunately we Around this time too the media, we are experiencing this phenomenon is the most overblown, epic and botulinum in modern Western history. A

Berlusconi's two things I envy her unbridled vitality, but also his money, his boundless wealth and a woman who has perhaps lost forever as Veronica Lario, because I love the women left, and those like her elegant sophisticated that arise in the ground and hide behind the Moons of Pandora!

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Making fifteen kilometers walk from Camden in London Bridge, trying to hide her tears.
The showdown, yes. Because in the end all the nodes are the comb and feel officially say ... "You know I do not know what to do" . "I'm going with a guy that has the East, but is going to marry my ex and Tuesday comes from Brazil, I do not know what to do" . That is what I want, I send everything down, everything, everything. I swallow the Sunday roast chicken with nonchalance. I swallow feel say that I open up, swallow me to say that they are idealistic. I swallow everything. But do not send down to hear me say that I do not care of others.


When the things you know, blame me when I want something real and concrete, I just want to love, I do not want sex, do not want to feel used and use as you do. Makes me sick to even tell the truth.

Four pints of cider, barely holding back tears. I think of everything to keep from crying.
Then the straw that breaks the camel's back, after hours we're together. And I take it and walk with his head down, I say you look into your eyes, I can not, are full of tears and I'm ashamed. I do not understand what I do to deserve this, I really do not I understand that. You block me, his eyes red and I, I would just disappear. I
blocks and I sit exhausted, I have no more strength this time, I no longer have. E 'fight against the windmills.

crying And I'm going to London, if not let me go. Even if you want to see me cry. For what? Would you like to "help" you "understand", do not let myself go like that. Want to know what? I love you? How do I make you understand. Conceal all, do not reveal anything to fight because I know it is a friendship and you fucking afraid of everything.

And then disappear, at least for a little while. Well, in Facebook, personal messages for the usual, you will find me. Mail the same. Abandoning the wall tot

time hurts children, are in pieces, really, I thought to start in a different way this year.


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[I state that I welcome the comparison, the discussion. It 's the first time I read (with satisfaction): "Personally I consider Sartorio and Pastorelli innocent and unsuspecting victims of a climate of violence and hatred of some who deserve respect and remembrance. " To do so is 'Filoti friend with the following email today.]

Dear Franco,
I think it is lawful and proper to give you an answer to the writing making it clear a few things:

1) It is my custom or habit repress or censor anyone; personally respect all opinions and listen to them (even when you do not agree).

But just as my costume is not silent and not take a position on any issue I have is heart. I do not like Pontius Pilate or nothing for those who perpetuate it never takes a position but it is wrong. For this I respect you and respect you (even when you do not agree with): you're not a Pontius Pilate and the show even when you do not agree with (or another course from my point of view). You are the remains and you remain free to express your opinion and welcome any opinion, but also free to accept and listen to those who do not share and express themselves properly, honestly and anonymously disagreement.

2) It 's true, I express my point of view from descending, and for this I can be accused of being biased. See, on this let me quote a great educator Paulo Freire, who argued that "must always take place in educating always clear who is expressing his point of view." Well, having said that I think I've always expressed my opinion clear that other views are possible and illuminating the ground well that we're watching it clarifies better what happens in that area. Therefore, even when considering the historical facts and events must do so with documents in hand, reviewing the various sources and in particular contextualizing the facts at the time of the events. I know that what occurred was neither beautiful nor pleasant for anyone, especially for the victims. What I ask is that you include the fact that there were many other responsibilities related to all those (Bishop Margarita in the head) that trade in the dark and stirred the hearts in these and other events. For this reason Please review the events in their entirety (starting from the question of brigandage to get to the events of the previous Christmas and blood passing through all the abuses perpetrated by the Bourbons in the years before the unification of Italy). For this reason I invited you and also try to understand what happened April 13, 1809 in Oria to try to understand who were the Bourbons and their followers and what responsibilities they had it in the minds of serious Oritani and citizens of other municipalities.

3) What I wrote to you I did this friend Tonino welcome with which I am still to work for other things and that is still my friend despite having different opinions on this matter. This contrasts with the position of Dr Andriani has always had a scientific approach to the issue and plural and to which I have nothing to blame as it poses serious questions and doubts and deep. See Franco, documents relating to the life of Camillo Monaco there are many (including from the State Archives of Lecce and Naples), but unfortunately most of them, so far, concerns the period after the unit.

4) Ask the archives: You know very well because I've personally expressed what is my position. I have also always tried to collaborate with anyone, correctly, I have requested the material. I have witnessed his welcome, Dr Andriani, Professor Still, his friend John Ferraioli, Pino Malva and above the head of the library and archive Antonio Carone. Just with Pino and Antonio Mauve we are working on some archival documents that will soon be posting. We also inform you that, personally, I'm just arranging a series of archival materials relating to the life of Camillo Monaco I am also digitizing and transcribing with a view to making them available through the local archives. About this forces me to reveal a made at various times and at different government have expressed the idea to digitize archival materials that possess or microfilm. Unfortunately, for want of a cost problem, want of political will that was not possible. So I'm trying to do it personally, consistent with my means, my skills and time available I have. Moreover, since last year, I proposed a study to schools with students Camillo Monaco and the unification of Italy through the provision of archival materials. So in that respect I believe that no one has anything to reproach myself.

5) It is no secret that the Risorgimento was intentional and done by the bourgeoisie for economic and political reasons because there they wanted to leave the oppression of all the regimes and dictatorships that raged in Italy. Peasants, Artisans and they were only tools (I use a brutal end to make the idea) "cannon fodder" (the rest of the term is not mine but of many different historical and cultural backgrounds and political orientations). Moreover, in all the wars and revolutions, in the front row there are almost always the soldiers, not generals or politicians. Unfortunately, this is a bitter reality that will not please many "liberal" right and left, Catholics and others, but a reality. For this reason I too would like to know who actually trade in the dark and made possible those terrible events. Certainly it is incontrovertible the fact that the story ended with the acquittal (as you yourself say) and that one of the key witnesses, De Angelis, retracted what was said in the first instance by claiming to have witnessed for the false sense of revenge and personal hatreds. Personally I consider the Sartorius and the Shepherds and innocent victims unaware of a climate of violence and hatred of some who deserve respect and remembrance. Please review what students wrote in "68" Pier Paolo Pasolini about the allegations to the police to understand who were the real victims and the real culprits.

Finally, I would have expected even a few words about your two questions that I ask myself in my writing:
* What is the link between the celebration Unification of Italy 'and the facts on which he was involved Camillo Monaco?
* What answers we give to those who want to deny the unification of Italy and separated by a two-tier federalism selfish and to return our country to 1815? President Napolitano has done well to remember that a true federalism solidarity can only be made through the unit.

Finally let me answer a very brief call-friend Romualdo De Simone, very well put the issue in schools Tricolore: What did Mrs. Gelmini in schools to celebrate this event? What resources has made available the same lady and this government so that schools could celebrate? The best answer was given the same lady Gelmini: "students" will celebrate making themed movies through mobile phones "(quoted text). But he had not forbidden to use their own Mrs. Gelmini?.

Gardone Riviera January 8, 2011
With appreciation and affection your Savior Filoti
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back to say that as written by Benvenuto, the acquittal of Monaco in the appeal process does not appear to all full. In my view, reveal a sort of SCURDAMMECE DU 'PASSATU ..... About the questions addressed to me by my Filoti say that, in my opinion, the celebrations of the Unity of Italy should be in each city of the Republic and should characterized the area with what happened 150 years ago in each municipality. Consequently, in my humble opinion, should speak of the exploits dell'oritano Camillo Monaco "deemed a patriot of the Risorgimento movement and national Salento" and at the same time remember the figure of those three poor souls who have the same Filoti rightly considers to be "innocent victims and unaware of a climate of violence and hatred of some who deserve respect and remembrance "

To answer the question about the project of" federalism selfish and two-speed "by the Northern League should expand a lot and I do not think the speech should and for various reasons, however, I believe that part of the responsibility in the continuous spread of power and claims on the part of the Northern League should be charged to our political representatives in Parliament.

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And the sense of displacement

Feeling numb, numb. What a mess .

A big mess inside and bon, I know that are extreme and severe, and stand behind me is a business.

A hole at the last minute yesterday. I was already dressed, in the idea of \u200b\u200bdinner club, a club that I want to go for a lifetime. Free. You know when you think from the morning and go out serious, you do, you do not care about the mess at work, so that then dances etc. etc. etc. And PAAM. Hole. Buca colossal. Resulting fervor, anger, sadness, thoughts do not.

I know it is a hole and tot, there is . But perhaps it is one of the things I hate most, especially the last minute, especially when it is only in two .

So yesterday, after exit fix dinner (pizza, ice cream, chips and champagne courtesy of the roommate) I got in my pajamas and I started to lose me. Oh no dipingiamoci like crazy, rock `come on, So I lost. Please, control tower, stop the tears.

Ryanair comes to my rescue, me and my ideas unhealthy to phone parents and say, "I come to take Sunday morning?". Well were not so happy, I go home twice a year when I get home, especially after two weeks since I came back, there must be a reason. `There's a reason but I really want to talk (daughters) do. It does not lead anywhere and come on, just knights, princes and horses, and Orcs Azzuri. We are adults. However I will

`short, not tomorrow, but next week I'd go to Italy. I've also done for a tooth that hurt me, So I visit the dentist, for sport, so are family.

I would not have taken three days off to stay here, I need at home, I need to find myself and lose some things here.

Then I thought of New York waiting for me. Holidays blessed, blessed to have found a ticket to the NBA.

not want to turn this thing into a problem, but it actually is (in part). What I want to be an insensitive sciaquetta (Jay Z is always right * 99 * docet problems), I do not have to do that '.

All are married, have spouse or have brothers and / or sisters.

I do not know is what I got, because my parents are there and are alive and well and healthy, I took this thing " only / one / forever." as I know. Manco is explained, you do not even explain. Just when I'm deciding

to "formally" I put all UK residents ste doubts.

little things and lose trust in people. Small things and understand that I must rely primarily on myself. Even though I have wonderful friends you `away. Perhaps I want too much from people, perhaps asking too much and I know.

Whatever.

I need to think. Sola.

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Filoti accuses me of wanting to persecute the figure of his father Camillo Monaco. Salvatore

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Filoti course the friend has the right and power to say what he thinks and I will always love her accommodate my writings in this area.
-reference the allegations addressed to the sender with the script at the bottom of this post and return to say that I have nothing personal against Camillo Monaco, but as a free citizen oritano I can not resign myself to the idea that we want to continue not to clarity about all that happened 150 years ago.

I'm not doubting the good things that made the Monaco but I want to understand what it would stain them Oritani those three who died that day of Passover. I do not want revisionism, I will not rewrite history, but I just want to understand and nobody can take away the right to use any means to tickle many dormant consciences. Honestly I think it is absurd .... absurd to know that there are a lot of historical texts that describe in detail the past events occurring in Oria many centuries ago and not instead have a single line to be handed down to posterity on what happened just 150 years ago.

Am I not free to be able to remember the death of those three people ..... torn from their loved ones for reasons still unclear?

abusive towards me I find this attitude (the only one actually) whenever I highlight this anomaly. I understand the resentment of his Filoti as a descendant of Camillo Monaco, but in his place, and other descendants of that, living or dead, I would have long since made public (by giving it to the press) all the existing material in their personal archives. Everyone is free to form their own idea. Not continue to do so inevitably raises doubts about the good faith ... at least people like me.

Almost always the story in the past was not written by peasants and artisans who cites Filoti friend, but from middle class and educated according to what was their point of view.
am firmly convinced that even in relation to what I discovered and wrote in a post about the change made in 1966 or 1967 to the original text of the historical parade and tournament of the districts from cultured person still alive .

In our case, with the exception of the book written by his son Attilio Monaco, we do not have a single line that has been published in the face of so much new material that should be certified (as claimed Filoti) " the work of Camillo Monaco both before the unification of Italy and until his death. "

Filoti I wonder and ask if the reproaches that is moving them to me in public has never even moved to prof. or Dr. Antonio Welcome AMAndriani , which as responsible for the local branch of the Institute for the Italian Risorgimento, in 2006 he wrote a book:

[... ... only a cross-sectional study of the sources could be found to bring out more clearly the figure of Camillo Monaco.
The proposal outlined publishing of his biography by his son, Attilio, enriched Family Tree of Monaco and family Indices of names and places, offering other food for thought, is an invitation to broaden and deepen the research.]

I remind myself that about the absolution (referred to as - full - from Filoti) Camillo Monaco for the death of Pastorelli and Sartorio on Easter Sunday of 1861, Professor. Welcome in 1985 so he wrote:

[The verdict was an acquittal for Monaco and all the other defendants for the following reasons:
- many murders, consumed during those years of political transition, remained unpunished ;
- the case was celebrated after some time of events from occurring;
- exacerbated the bias of witnesses against him and exhaust had harmed the search for truth. ]

I am willing to publish anything for the benefit of the figure of Camillo Monaco Filoti that his friend would send me. I think I've demonstrated that they have done in the past. Similarly
continue to publish any reprimands for me to sign Filoti of his Savior, reserving the right to reply and defend myself against any charges properly as they are today.
course friendship with his friend Salvatore Filoti will remain the same as always!
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Dear Franco,
this time I must tell you, quite frankly, I do not agree completely on your way to approach the celebrations for the 150th anniversary of the unification of Italy.
In a time when we are culturally and morally retrograde political forces that are allow to question the unification of Italy and would like to bring back the clock of history at times when Italy was enslaved to various types domination dictatorial and basically, I assure you that no one feels the need to create new conflicts and create a sort of nostalgia for a dark period as the Bourbon.

President Napolitano has done well to remember that a true federalism solidarity is possible only within a united country that can not run at two speeds as they would like the proponents of federalism that has a horizon secessionist processes.
Please review the history of Italy in the nineteenth century and if you have the opportunity to also report on the robbery of the sensor. Massari to the Italian Parliament in 1861 to see what was southern Italy in those days and what was the Risorgimento.

I know that even the Savoy are exempt and immune from criticism and have the huge hit from 1860 until 1945 but if you want more about that elsewhere.
But above all, do not really understand What do you want with the celebrations of the Unity of Italy and with real or alleged faults of the Municipal outgoing on your wanting to persecute the figure of Camillo Monaco here.
Besides continuing to use a key to understanding the facts very one-sided, that is what emerges from the indictments of the process, fundamentally based on the testimony of De Angelis forgetting that, subsequently, in the appeal trial, which ended with the full acquittal of Monaco, the fully retracted all his statements and that some witnesses were Bourbons.

I think you've completely lost sight of the climate and context of the facts still steeped in part by hatred and envy political, have also completely lost sight of what happened during the previous Christmas events in which the Bourbons continued to incite many citizens and to provoke hatred and violence.
You also have lost sight of the whole history of Southern Italy and Oria area (maybe if you were to read Peter Palumbo. "Storia di Francavilla" would have much clearer ideas, you should remember how many people ended up in jail thanks to the Bourbons and the behavior of Msgr. Margarita and his henchmen (some of them lost their life as the father of Camillo Monaco: Luigi Leanza). It would also need to check what were the living conditions of peasants and artisans (although the same bourgeoisie that had the Risorgimento can not be entirely blameless).

We also invite you to read what happened in 1809 in Oria on the night of April 13 in which the fault of the instigators Bourbon Oritani dozens of peasants lost their lives to understand what was the political tactics of the Bourbons: create chaos and then blame the faults opponents.
Perhaps it would be helpful if you also speak of the work of Camillo Monaco is the first unification of Italy and until his death, she will be a very different picture from what you propose unilaterally.

All politicians can operate optimally and simultaneously make mistakes but should be judged on the whole of their work.
think if we were to use the point of view of American Indians to judge Columbus and roosters to judge Julius Caesar, and so on ........

Therefore, with the esteem and affection of all time (but friends remain so even in times of discussion and comparison of different opinions) I ask you kindly to publish what you write for complete information.

Salvatore Filoti

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Odi et amo

How to love and hate a person at a time?

indiscriminate love many small things. I love a smile, a phrase I love, I love dancing. I hate beliefs, I hate to know that his hands touch other faces, other hands, other moments of life. Whether mechanical gestures, full of pleasure, feelings.
hate to know that proves nothing, he uses his head and the heart. Or so he wants me to believe. I hate going up against a wall, which is not my beautiful wall. I hate to cry in secret back home at night, smoking a cigarette, his eyes red into the house, hoping that no one understands. I love when I'm good, when we dance like idiots and tamarri and the others are out even if they were next to us. I love how he looks at me and laughs, not realizing it. I love to sleep with him, even though Russian, though his eyes are just addicted to wake up, even if it has a sweet gesture for me. Even if there is a wall between us and sleep in the same bed.

hate this situation, which creates and has created dipendenza.Odio who died in January, I hate January Lei
that reminds me I love him and love him and I would not. I would hate it with my heart and I'm not capable. I hate knowing that I do not see, I hate when they are so bad to tell him that "it's heartless." I love to see some sick when I tell him that I would not have ever known . I hate people who see photographs, they see us and say "you are comfortable with" or "you are together?".

hate to see things that I'm lonely, I hate to not be complacent Europe that maybe knows little woman to enjoy life more than me. I hate feeling stupid and hide everything. I hate my heart and love.
I hate not want to ask anything, because I'm not capace.Odio two hours and I love the phone. I hate to hear that you needed him. I hate that he does not understand and do not understand email. I love his voice, he teases me. I hate not feeling up to it.

bitter hatred.

hatred and love.

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1.1.11.

`And so we, in 2011. You look so far, but here it is.
Saving the narrative of "what I did, where I was, as I was." Let's say that I enjoyed, it is danced, they made six in the morning, is gone to bed at seven and now I'm at work. I've done it once again. Four more hours and then I'm free for two days. Let's leave out that my face is horrible, is still ill and so I present to guests in a pitiful state / horrible. It failed.

So new year, new life? Thus he says. I really hope that things will change, labor, and even emotionally. Good intentions? `Yes, we do, then sometimes, often, leave the time they find.

So, I decided that this year will be 'my own, whatever happens, any person is in my life.

* I want to be selfish. In a good way. More caring about others, do not let me be guilty. Think of me.

* I want to take Portuguese and French to study SO my knowledge.

* Try to be less pessimistic

* Learning to use my Nikon in a decent

* believe more in me

* Continue to use the heart, despite everything that happened in 2010

* Try to find the my way, that it is not something that can be solved in 365 days, but meanwhile you start.

* Do not change for anyone. But no one really.

These are the ones that I decided to `in 1:11:10.


We'll see.