From Treviso in Catania, as well as in Rome, some students, in protest against the reform Gelmini, Christmas Day, they red colored the fountain of the Memorial Park at the town park of Militello. The protest that the big cities, is spreading now in the smaller towns of the Italian provinces is signed, once again, "Fight student" and "Fight the university."
" Our fountains are colored red, red as the blood of the students killed or injured in their schools, and red as the coffers of public education. Student fight - said Francesco Mangiaracina (national coordinator of the student movement) - decided to support striking action of this magnitude because we are convinced that the reform, the current state of affairs, public education is a tough pickaxe . Our mobilization continues, stay tuned! "
while 22 Last December we discussed the bill in the Senate Gelmini, the fountain of Proserpine, near the central station of Catania, was colored red by supporters of Forza Nuova in protest against the reform. The blitz has been signed at the same time in different cities of Italy. The provincial head of the movement of Catania, Gatano Bonanno says "Our initiative aims to condemn what is happening at this moment in Italian halls of power: they will cut funding to public school, one billion euro for this year only, will destroyed the free knowledge and research universities to put in the hands of private entities "
" From the Capital cities and then spread to all provinces of Italy, so that students continue to express their dissent, even if the decree is already the law. " With these words he spoke, about the umpteenth demonstration took place at this time Militello, Peter Paul Messina (coordinator of Forza Nuova for Calatino) and adds: "It's a colorful poetry, a metaphor, a performance of" neo-Futurist, "which depicts the whole nation as if it were an immense work of 'avant-garde that has not only the will to impress itself but the ambition to spread with a strong moral and political message which we will endorse its importance. Certainly the usual Detractors will advance our efforts hypocritical disapproval but we want to remind those brilliant minds that this is the malaise of a generation that often does not see a possible future. In addition, our message touches the hot topic of school, the theme of safe topical Militello where for months to continue the confrontation between school leaders, parents and local government due to the lack of civil buildings, and above all safe, for small school students. In this regard we hope that, soon, who's duty to give adequate answers and facts to our city that really need it. "Returning to the action of protest against the reform Gelmini, Peter Paul Messina adds: "It 's a work in progress. Keep bleeding drop by drop ... I wonder if it continues to bleed soon in other municipalities of Calatino. Who knows ... "
Nor me! I'm still alive! I was without computer for a week and have been very busy in these days of meetings with my two best friends and Christmas and a stomach virus .. Well, I've been busy, as you can see .. Meanwhile your slinguata heroin was found by luck and the best job of alienating his life! Ok, I'm going to make myself a Dozza, then write!
Yes I did. ecoimprenditore the last week has left me at home on Monday. Sai, sales were down compared to last year. And then Wednesday. And then Saturday. When I called him Sunday to ask him what I should do, he says: "Look, if we feel you should be tomorrow morning?" So I told him: "Look, we do a good thing that I do not come anymore, so we're all happier." And that's it. c'avevo not want to treat me as a fifteen died of starvation and his first job. I've even dignity. Ecchecchezzo .. And so are again unemployed. Yesterday I finally paid for a course that I did last year when I was unemployed: it took them a year and a half to pay me a course designed to help me in my unemployment. We laugh at the chickens ... Okay, anyway, better late than never, so this thing has turned around a moment the moral and even the bank account and I feel much calmer, I can start putting money aside for my new adventure!! SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, I go to bed, is late, for a while 'I will not have the pc, at least one week, the port Crock to fix while under warranty. you soon! I hope with great news!
Schopenhauer Kant takes the conc ounces of f enomeno and noumenon. The phenomenon is the product of our consciousness, it is the world as we see it through forms a priori intellect (time, space, causality), while the noumenon is co knows itself, the foundation and essence of the real world. The phenomenon is therefore material to Schopenhauer only semblance, illusion, dream, between us and the true reality is as if there was a screen that shows us the distorted: the veil of Maya is talking about the Indian philosopher ana, which often draws on Schopenhauer.
The world is my representation, therefore, u na my optical illusion. Schopenhauer, and this reflected the influence of the study of Plato, believes that the representation, the reality that one in front of him, is nothing more or a photocopy poorly inked, c Elanto true reality.
order g IUNGO reality Noumi Nica, q uella true, then you can not go the way of rational knowledge, as it is relegated to the realm of representation based on the principle of raison fourfold suffic othing will always show us a world entirely determined.
The meaning of the labyrinth is not the discovery of oneself, but the opposite: its loss. In the initiatory path of the labyrinth, a step backward evolutionary journey,
in evolution,
it is to all intents and purposes the principle of place of loss.
The word faith is properly understood as the belief in concepts, dogmas or made solely under the personal conviction or who has sole authority to set out these ideas or assumptions, of the Beyond the existence of evidence for or against these ideas and statements.
I do not know, I have not kept records meteorological since I came back, but time did, yes, pretty shit here. Today was a day ventosissima valley here in the metropolis, so the sky was very clear, even in the yard tonight and entering the station, I looked up and saw the stars. It may seem absurd, but between that I'm not having any kind of social life (of my own free will) and that between snow and rain and foggy winter and all the crap you can imagine, since I'm back at the sky Night had not yet looked at. And it was strange to see him head up. For a year of my life I saw him upside down and made my heart beat it is unlikely to know that I was seeing stars unknown to those who have never crossed the equator, and it was absurd to see, for example, Orion upside down. And how many, how many stars, so close upon him to hear. And how many shooting stars, on any day or month of the year. The I miss Australia a lot. And I miss so many feelings that I experienced there. The isolation from the rest of the world, in a geographical sense, in a naturalistic sense, in the sense of population density. I liked it, casserole dish, a lot. Today I called the beautician to make an appointment for a waxing, I thought I had put away, tomorrow or the next day and instead gave me an appointment for Tuesday and I realized that I do not know what I will do Tuesday. And it's fucked up, I know, but the idea of \u200b\u200bnot have a future advance, do not know with absolute certainty that I'll be doing that day, I like it. And that's what I did there, 17000 km from home. How I loved waking up in the middle of the night and for a few seconds not knowing where I was: that feeling of disorientation drove me crazy with joy. I love the unpredictable, now I understand. I have to gear up to make my life as unpredictable as possible. And I also made a rhyme. Night! :)
And you think that they do not forgot them to me?! Ax!
How he could forget it, I do not know, I do not own ability! Fantasticissimi Kings of Leon, he has a voice frighteningly crazy! They are ammericani and while I was in Aussie were publicized for their new album, I've heard a lot in the last road trip, which by the way I still have to finish telling .. I know, are a scandal .. Okay, now another stormy day in Milan for a job interview, another lousy call center, mah .. What a sad reality!
In my last period was requested by Southern m'è Jessica, during a chat on skype, if I had to make a cd with the soundtrack of my year there, what I chosen. And I found that it was a question really Pussy, I did not asked anyone and I thought about it and I pulled out the songs that have kept me company in my adventure. To begin with, just got off the plane, excited and hesitant while walking through the airport in Melbourne knowing that behind those sliding doors was about to start my dream, and what part through the duty free in the background?!?! him, the king, the legendary Elvis, who as you know very well, I love the madness! And even a song with a title very significant for me, in general, and in that moment, "If I Can Dream" if I can dream. Here's the video, is taken from the television show '68, the one that saw him return to the forefront of the music scene after years Clips and years of Hawaiians.
The king of rock kept me company a while 'early. Then I moved to Sorrento, Denis was always music. One of my favorite songs and that he always had this, De Andrè.
Denis had told me that he had written for Modugno, who had fallen in a moment of silence music, I do not know. in the house, tradition had become Baptists shoot at full volume on the day of cleaning the global total. I've always loved, this is my favorite.
were months and months since I listened to him, by choice, I had even deleted from my mp3 player. I had done because once John told me that when he wanted to think I listened to Battisti. Told me when we were together and often listened to him together in the car, and I sang in squaciagola. How then I sang in Australia, by cleaning in those days forever, Katherine hammock, in turn, on the beach alone. And apart from the first few times when I felt a bit 'strange, it always has acted as a catharsis for me. If I felt sad for a moment, down, nervous, no, etc.. mp3 ear with Baptists in and scream out loud at the lyrics until I fail the voice passed everything. :) Always Denis, and this should really thank him, I did know that that is greek deo John Butler, then in September I went to see the concert as well with her cousins \u200b\u200bsurface. Born in America, but transplanted to Australia ten years, he began performing as a busker in Fremantle wonderful.
This is the video about "Ocean," the song with which m'è entered the heart. Also in Sorrento and always Denis, for the mythical "Maghen", our 1990 Mitsubishi Magna with a radio cassette, found precisely the tape of Jerry Lee Lewis at one of the Op Shop of the Mornington Peninsula. I put a random video, I can not find the song the chorus of which he knew by heart.
Sorrento And Always, always for the radio Maghen, always in an Op Shop improvised in the middle of a road, Nicola and I have found the soundtrack to the rest of our first stay there. On one side was he, the ammericano Jack Johnson:
Super cool and relaxing, with a warm voice and low, as Piasca us, we say! Driving under the eyes and have those landscapes, the expanse of water liscissima of Port Philip Bay, the back beach and sunsets on the water surface, it was fantastic. On the other side of the box but there were Powderfinger, band 100% Australian born in Brisbane in the 80s I think. The most scratch and I like it, at least, was this:
E 'recently released new album and tour were when I left. And then I left. Alone. A song that jumped to the forefront of my mind is definitely her:
Fantastic, by awakening, silence all around, you can not see the sun rises around you and gives you strength. And then there was Katherine, my new ipod turned all these songs old and new. One night I slept in a tent with Brandon, that is Canada's best player in the world, he put on itunes and did everything he had from this singer Jose Gonzalez. I liked it so much, but then I forgot to ask him who he was, when I remembered I (Who was that guy with a name that you put ispaneggiante that night in a tent?), He could not remember more now . But months later, in Darwin, I found his name. And he got into my mp3. I put one at random.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! Too relaxing! The next musical discovery took place in Darwin, when I went to the concert of "The Cat Empire" with choirs, Jerome, Mikk, Marlene and John. That time we came back from two days of Kakadu in the midst of crocodiles and waterfalls and wood at night and no showers and so much sweat and red dust stuck in the hair, clothes and everywhere. Pratone of Darwin's botanical gardens, rice paper lanterns hanging in the trees with tree-lined avenues talemente beautiful and so strange to be rockin ' on the ground in astonishment, barramundi sushi in one hand and the other birrozza. And then I got them to sing on stage. I remember that night, enjoying a rich as to my mind, I sent a text message to my cousin that I was still alive and warned that ended more or less like this: "My life is fucking amazing!" My life is fucking crazy! 's always a song in the case of this very special band. Even their Australian.
The quality is not the best, oh, be satisfied! Here and there, I do not remember when, one day I saw the link to a song by Eskimo Joe on the board of my cousin Southern mad and I started watching some videos on youtube. I know little, but I like motto motto motto. Here's another random video. They too are Australian.
And then the journey is interrupted and you return to Sorrento. During my stay there and expenditures in Koonya with the juke box in there since we always bad, a dollar a song, $ 4 6 songs. And go to the songs. Thanks to the legendary super loud juke box I came back to love two of my passions, "youth": the first Nirvana
that I could not hear for several years because I had heard so much I do not know how much time during my adolescence and the Foo Fighters, especially this song:
Among other things, one of the bartenders is Koonya U-GUA Dave Grohl to bellerrimo-LE! I still remember the concert in high school with Simie and Manu. Okay, then are distributed in early October, and as you know during the trip I had the opportunity to meet many beautiful music thanks to Fraser, the Anglo-Jamaican. What can I say, first of all stands, Joe, the frighteningly perfect Joe Driscoll, the American beat boxer that I proposed in a message on his wife Facebook, I must say, for now makes vague. Stunning :
Yes, I know, crazy, is beautiful and talented. He does everything alone. I can not take my eyes and ears off. Fraser handed me his album "Origin Myth", at one point between songs and the other is he who speaks, and makes such a speech to the crowd, thrilling. The phrase that makes me most is the following effect: "Was never abolished Slavery, The Simply Realized It Was cheaper to rent you, my friends." Slavery was never abolished, have simply realized that it was cheaper to rent, my friends. Yes, I must marry by force, I see no other solution! And then he is Joseph, I'm Maria, two hearts and a hut! Always Fraser introduced me to this band from New Zealand, even in their tour now in Australia, good.
Moving quickly to the Black Seeds, too Australian.
Outside the windows of the machine, AUSTRALIA. Do you realize what it is that sky?!?! Surely I skipped many, are pole and hours of cold and frost in the foot are felt, but I think I made the most important. Finally, I would end with another song by Otis, the now legendary Otis grating. Yesterday I read on Wikipedia that he died at 26 in a plane crash, I wonder what would become over time. Monstrous.
The title of this is very fitting for me, I loved you for too long, it's time for you to go and you're going. E 'past ragazzzi. Finally .
What will be, that is, that sarĂ Ă Ă Ă Ă Ă Ă Ă Ă ??????????!!!!! And the air of
What will my life, who knows?!?!
I certainly do not. I started the PC, some time ago and I moved here, from the blog, I said, I already December, is already almost a month since I came back. The weather is not that cheap, is a rocket that travels at the speed of light browsing on the blog came to me want to read what I was doing before "December." On December 1, 2008 that: I was still with John, I was unemployed, deep in thesis writing and preparation of desserts, grappling with the gym. December 2009, the last year, instead of having me at the beginning of my adventure Southern Africa, I have not written much on the blog, but it was my first winter down, my first experience of living with strangers in a country unknown, Christmas in the warm and very warm so many little-known relatives. And this year? I am still in a transitional phase, my plan is to allocate as soon as I can, but to where? Eligible candidates are three countries: Canada, New Zealand or USA. But tonight I looked at the photo of Coralie Asia and I must say .. Are coveted by those landscapes .. Who knows where it will end your favorite heroine. Meanwhile, at the moment, it's over to the cabin door, a shopping center in Milan, to sell eco-friendly toys to customers. I like the work itself, direct contact with the public is my bread, I like talking, laughing and joking and advise, but the cold, fuck, makes a shocking cold .. Yesterday I shot 12 hours, from 9 am to 9 pm, with a halfway house to pee in a bathroom flooded dell'ipercoop. Nun bit if accussi field. But I'm on, do not worry, do not cry, I tear my hair, I do not despair, I just know now that this reality is not mine any more and the thought is all the money I can save money and those who absolutely do not have to spend now riscappĂ ! Okay, I leave you with a song That is in me playing Ipod way home bar and rod in the dark dark this winter.
Today I shot three movies and tell THREE. I started with a musical "Walk the Line" with the sensual Joaquin Phoenix, a film that traces the musical career and love life of the mythological Johnny Cash. Then I went all'introspettivo "Another Woman" by Woody Allen, the star of that success, he discovers that his life is unammerddda. And finally, after a failed attempt to watch what I was already anguished "Last Tango in Paris", I switched to the super premestruoso and whining "Do not move." a hammer on my knees I would have done better .. My day was full of fancazzismo, I think I going to come under his ass, in fact I already have. Plus I'm a magnet as a pig and overweight already made itself felt in Australia is soaring, I do not want to think about what would emerge if I took a blood test .. As soon as I me rewrite some money at the gym or just send me packages from Melbourne, I'll run with my runners. Maybe stop eating crap at full blast would make me very well, not! Okay, go, go, leave you a photo of the birthday cake I made yesterday for my father. Tomorrow first day of work at the cabin, from 13 to 21, I will dress in three layers for the cold, I could slather on the grease seal. Yes, cazzeggiano crap shoot and, yes, but that two balls' st'Italia ...
Yes, that with the "L" capitalized. For almost three weeks that I'm back in Italy. And I have regretted it bitterly. LOVE. It 's a knock crazy. The last year of my life I spent in a place so different from what I was accustomed to this that I fell in love. This year I was used to many things: It helped me to get lost and then found, m'è served to realize that the life that I was here I had not ever liked m'è served to improve my English, m ' served to meet new people and a branch of my family across the world, served to discern m'è people who want to keep in my life and what I can give a kick in the ass m'è served to understand the value of my family here, put me in a frenzy of head movement that I hope will never be extinguished. You know, I metereopatica and winter is extremely detrimental to my mood. In addition are deaf and without job prospects here are virtually nil unless you are willing to put under the feet of personal dignity and gain ideas. What's more I've got no desire to see anyone and all the free time I have (all) the way to fuck and not produce anything. = want to get away! Let's see, let's see. Meanwhile, a little work and underpaid to cold and frost, but in return only lasts until Christmas I found it, then I will see what aside from the future.
And so Tuesday, November 9, almost a week ago, I got off the plane that brought me from Melbourne to Milan, through un'Abu Dhabi in celebration for the Grand Prix of Formula 1. After a hallucinogenic trip with 8000 cases and 0 no help from the trains of the Northern Railway, took to the station to Bovis. On the dock who is rainy? My cousin Mark's watch it, I approach plodding and scream: "EU, guinea damn!" He turns, looks at me, screwing up his eyes to see me better, "Noooooooooo! Fuck are you doing here?!? But when you come ?!?!?" Hugs and pats on the back. I ask him if he can come to my house to ring the intercom, I want to surprise my parents. And yes, it does. Picks me up Alberto's father, Mario, who knew that I would be, loads luggage into the van and then I spring in the courtyard, where Mark is waiting for me. drizzling, it's all wet and cold, Marco intercoms, my father answered, "Hello Uncle, I Marco, I go to?". The door opens. And I get. At the end of the scale is my father who is turning on the light for "my cousin", looking towards the kitchen, "So, Mark," then she begun to turn to me, "As an ..." and crashes. In place of his nephew, there is his daughter. I look at him and burst out laughing, I climb the last few steps and embraced him. My mother in the other room he heard my laugh and a nanosecond is materialized in front of me. And starting tears, his, I laugh like a fool. "My love, how much I've mancataaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!!". I asked my cousin from behind to capture the moment, but it hath been forgotten, fuck. WE ARE ALL IN THE FAMILY Svampa. The second question addressed to me my mother was what I wanted to eat. Typical. And then from there started the round of surprises, all were amazed, I passed by his uncles, and cousins \u200b\u200ball came later, when Tony saw me hiding behind the door I had embraced and lifted off the ground, Matthew has embraced me 5 times and I laughed. What a laugh. the evening however, my brother has sgam, before you go to him I told my mother to call to see if he was home, he thought that my usually do not go there at night and put two and two, entered his car away, they were all facing the window. Geez. My grandson has done everything Timidone beginning, I spoke without looking at me, but then fell. I made the big surprise. The only thing I regret is not having recorded anything. Mythical .
Future and Freedom - Perugia, 6 and 7 November 2010
I tried to summarize what happened in Perugia on November 6 and 7.
I tried in my mind, the imagination, desires, and I found a word that constantly returns. The term "barrier"
in Perugia on November 6 and 7 we have seen the effects, in all its aspects, to be devastating to liberating, exciting to be involving, of that finger pointing at who was going to hunt without just cause, the cofounder of the PDL.
I saw the dam bursting apart of tolerance aberrations proposed by a Bureau that we never shared.
overturn that state of loss and isolation of many activists and decent people in a morass of media policy to summon the pre election and then disappear until the next elections, without aggregation, comparison, and contact with people with the territory, and only virtual futile optimism while everything goes contrary to what they say.
restoring the political will to do shared and shared.
A river in flood, then, that has affected everything and everyone who has restored clarity in ideas and will, but above all, to repeat the quote from President Fini, has returned the nostalgia sea.
up to us now, all women and all men of Mr Fini, build with him, Our Future, Our Freedom.
E 'perhaps the case that tells the roadtrip? I know you ..
chill I'm back in Melbourne for almost a week now. I love this city madly .. Spring here a little 'breaks out and a little' no, the tan is going away, ax, but do not lose heart, come on! Among dinners here and there, visits to the city and fooling around, I let myself go in a bit. But your heroine is always here. So, below you can see what a huge line was the route we did, except for the Kakadu, I had already seen with Coralie and Jerome. I now I can not remember the exact day, even my personal journal I have very little current, and then map and photos in hand, tell. As you know the first day of travel, October 5, we fled from that hateful city of Darwin, humid and hot bottomless pit after nearly 400 km and we did stop at my beloved Katherine. E 'was emozionantissimo return after three months of absence. The wet season was annuncinado and what was a bone-dry bush when I was there was taking color, the air was full of tension, the tension in the season between the dry and wet discharges in a forest of thunder and lightning that herald momentous time. I was the excitement in person. Cat has just stopped the car outside the gate Zompa I'm in and as you know I made the big surprise to Tony. There's nothing to do, I love that place it beyond belief .. After Coco's, a quick ice cream cone for 50 cents to the Mac where I also met Laurie, the English girl of her first days in Katherine and away to the south southwest. The first night we stopped somewhere between Katherine and Kununurra (pronounced cananarra) esattamante here: hot night and the first ones to come too. From asphyxiate in the tent. The next day we crossed the border with Western Australia and when they told us that the border would have us throw all the fruit and vegetables is playing the race to try to eat as much as possible. The heat was hellish and the idea of \u200b\u200bplunging into the cool waters of Lake Argyle, us excited. It 'an artificial lake, ABNORMAL! In fact, then the water was shit, the fund was filled with huge clumps of algae from which you expect to see any animal out of water mortally dangerous, so after 5 minutes there is the desire to pass .. In the afternoon we arrived in Kununurra, we stopped to cool the car and eating a jelly, we were immediately surrounded by Aboriginal people who wanted that we gave him a ride to the nearest bottle shop, because obviously they could not buy alcohol. Sad. Reading the guide we have found that a few dozen kilometers to the north there was a baobab prison and wanted to go see it, we shot the nose of the Falcon in that direction, but we have not taken into account the fact that it would become dark very early, So we immediately started looking for a place to camp, and we found information bay, empty, fantastic! Even there, the night was soffocatissima ..
It is a Melicucco (RC), the circle of generation ITALY, political association which, according to promoters, "has set itself the goal of creating a European right, modern, sensitive to people's needs and able to speak, without prejudice, to every citizen. "
The constitution of the club took place at the initiative of former militants of Alleanza Nazionale, converged en masse to the new association, confirming the closeness and appreciation for the work of the President of the Chamber, Gianfranco Fini.
A Generation Melicucco Italy have also joined some professionals, as well as many young people and women of lowland small town.
Head of the circle was indicated Joseph Rao, former national director aennino " dream of a country where citizens really count. A cohesive country, you love your children, where the work is a reality not a mirage, where reign order, law and social harmony .
Rao has also disclosed its intention to disseminate the ideas of the association campaigns carried out both on land and on the web: "It 's already online on our website ( http://www.generazionemelicucco.politicainrete.it/ ) that following dell'agragatore national, show the reflections of militants and inform our fellow citizens on initiatives that, in turn, will be organized by the club.
In the eyes still smell of bread, wood hate dreams that seem to clash on the wings of a butterfly to the crocus still steals away your longing for home.
I understand you and I pray every day, cooked by basilica, with wings of a dove, flies heat, cramped dining and comfort, a hand on my heart.
I understand it, and wish to return, when all is quiet now and everything is asleep, give strength to your hand, that day to take you to the stars.
I give you our field of wheat, new pedals to your bike, return, I promise, you know, one day, how many years ago, remember, grandpa?
winning horse and crippled two fates already sealed.
Two notes of the piano, how can you not
hear the inequality of two different keys pressed vehemently? Two
the scales one Opima generous and the other stripped to the bone. How can you pretend to lie
knowing that they are equal to unity?
Force and eggrezza. Light and gloom. Honor and inconsiderate. Listening and misunderstanding. Attentions and inquisition. Tenderness and frown. How can you pretend
knowing lie, knowing
crush on two different keys, however, that this is equally? How can you pretend
knowing lie, knowing a bit ' did not know that two weights, two measures are one injustice?