Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Gifts For Daughter For 3 Rd Birth Day

Guardian of the persistent resistance most solitary despair


Many things to say after the first ten and more days spent in this year domain elusive "ventiundici.
omit the details and fill the beginning of an enlightening article in the newspaper usually on 5-1 - 2011 signed by Franco Arminio :

"Italy I try every day is nestled in the most remote countries, which resists Italy where there were few people, where there are trees, weeds, thistles, Italy who still lives only where it is discharged, does not believe the charade of progress, the Italy of stray dogs, the old men sitting on the stairs of stone houses stuck in long lines that intertwine. This just in southern Italy is still living inside, but you have to go looking for it. We want there is no city, that there is plain, we need that there is no industry or agriculture industry, it requires that there are no offices or grandes écoles and straight streets and the sea in the gardens and greenhouses and dwarves. I love Italy has more than eighty and wrinkles are not smooth, and a tribe of rheumatism and clubs, is equally distant from Europe and Africa animist Calvinist, is a land of magic arranged, always expanded cemeteries, squares and rancorous livid. I want to search all my life in Italy until it disappears, I want to stay all life within his broken and battered country. I am a guardian of the most solitary despair. They live in countries where winter passes a funeral, I'm alive when it's snowing and windy days, in homes where the spiders make their nests in the carboys, the bachelor in the bar. They live in Aquilonia, A Roscigno, a Conza, to Apex ... "

Not to Oppido Lucan. Li is especially ridiculous minor hedonism, indifference and acceptance of bourgeois quiet life. Petty ignorance of unsuspecting teens. And the old gradually disappear with their ancient memory, socially limited but full of authentic culture, with the distrust of the world permanently painted on the snout. He died even their language, dialect poetry rare and different in this small town south of internal forgotten. Words and cadences replaced by an Italian mixed uncertain of the English system and the new economy abounds.

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