Thursday, July 30, 2009

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The price of freedom. The red sofa

Freedom has a price and this is nothing but a discovery of long standing. All
desperately freedom, all the lust, all live with the knowledge of being a slave to very specific rules and patterns that have been imposed by birth, but few have the absolute certainty of what the ideal of freedom and if you really be prosecuted in a time like ours.
Rousseau argued that man was the only free in their natural state. Many believe the same thing today, giving up the fight to win. But I
I beg to differ and say that freedom exists when we are convinced to have them. I believe that freedom is not reached with the body, but only with the mind. It is truly free when you clear your mind of prejudice, and archaic patterns of all kinds.
But, before I find the news you hear every day, I wonder why freedom must have a price? Why pay with their blood an ideal so pure?
(I yet found an answer.)

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Saturday, July 18, 2009

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" The democratic postulate is that the media are independent and have the task of discovering and reporting the truth, not to present the world as the powerful wish to be perceived. "
(Noam Chomsky)

It is said that today's television is no longer what it once was, who served for 60 years and today serves to educate think of everything that does not mean the real world. Let's just say that TV today is not to think.
But whose fault is it?
Mediaset transmitted to Dallas for the first time uncensored and provoking a challenge to the last show with the most audience with Rai?
introduction of the sofas in the sets of programs that inevitably the sense of "family" and "welcome"?
But what is more absurd is to believe, how did the Italian people remain impassive before the propionate of so much junk?
Why all this really is absurd. Perhaps it is the general apathy that has involved all the post-sixty-eight generations, which makes it immune from any attack that should be made aware of?
It is clear that a series of rhetorical questions do not resolve the issue that is so large that it deserves perhaps more than one page of a blog. But often it also avoids talking about it, addicted to indignation.
In speeches to the ideals of our millennium sometimes speak of the coming revolution will happen with the help of the Internet, because sooner or later, it hopes, people will rebel. But, putting aside the boundless love I have for romance and human relationships vis-à-vis , how could subvert a system using the tools that most are controlled without first having a full consciousness of what is being done?
need to think back, back, or at least re-create the culture that made the wise men of the past. A new generation of enlightened would not be a bad idea for the near future. Loose Cannons to become thinking people.
The key word is action on the ground. From its nucleus, from their society, to spread culture and free thought. Educating : drive growth in intellectual and moral.
keep our feet firmly rooted to the ground and his head turned to the sky, never stop dreaming. The conditions just for starters.

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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

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letter without a name.

listened incessantly discs Lucio Battisti. So what? Maybe that's why I blame them? I was not musically involved?
I loved the Beatles for the first time. I could not listen to John Lennon's solo. And then? For this I was not pacifist?
I have never read the manifesto, nor one of the books of Marx. To this I could not cherish the ideal of the revolution?
I've never been a member of a party, so I was not a worthy companion?
I lost in the maze of my life, I spent days locked up at home writing about mental journeys, so I was incapable of living?
So you tell me why. Why have I been shot with lead? Why have I been killed by a "fellow fight" my friend? I was not perhaps quite as revolutionary exposed? So what? I had to be executed for my broker and do too democratic? I had to stop because I was a live person who slowed the pace of society and not bring any kind of immediate change?

Monday, July 13, 2009

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Images of broken light which dance /
front of me like a million Eye /
call me for the universe /
thoughts wander like a restless wind / Inside a
mailbox /
They tumble blindly as they /
their way to the ' universe. /

Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world. Nothing gonna change my world.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

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Ok, get the mail, I start ... and here she is sticking with its wings awkward ... but this time did not collapse. It 's you, the flying ants, he must have heard the call of the words ... but what the hell,' a spell?

...

forgot, hail hurts the skin, and fortunately the red helmet protects me the empty skull.

I think the hail it hurts a lot on an empty skull, and above all makes a lot of noise.

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she still on the threshold of the forest

... or on the threshold of a new world?


I had never seen a white forest.

White hail.

The white path, in a million shot, the undergrowth and mud flows by gravity to follow 'the slope of the path. And in between, a quadriceps furious, I. And my bike, my new gem.

Hail hurts, and the sound of thunder and 'giant. Sketch faster, 'I can, not' good to be among the trees in the furious storm. And the angry and 'really, but fortunately the path of return 'almost all downhill, and my screams of excitement is lost, pitted grains of white ice and cold drops of rain.

I wanted to be cool today, and I would say that there is no 'bad.

I completely washed, riding a mountain bike, darting into the woods, mountains, amid the flood. Wet your ass up, now they are in the water. Still

words, speak and cry alone, and I appeal to you, who knows 'why'? Maybe 'cause I'm in the water, really. I'm in the brown river that is now 'became what was recently a path.

What a life!

...

That coolness and 'did not last long, now I hit the keys, the curtain behind me inflates and deflates as if breathing.

How the hell do you read and reread the last e-mail received, and acting, with an ant wheel that crashes on the desktop and can not get back straight? You break the concentration, of course! But it makes you smile, and 'too stupid!

feel drops out in the yard, perhaps refreshing rain manna ... that would be in this sultry night.
Ok, the ant there 'more', continue reading: it takes concentration to play, especially to recite a text so '.