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In these days I posted a bit of everything, even the anger of many, for everything that's going around, inside and outside of us, sometimes we are stunned face to face with reality, frente a frente they say in Cuba, I like this term.

suits bring out the pedophile priests scandal now, (and meager years that adults play the''doctor''or not? ), so you move away for a moment that is the stark reality: the world is full of pedophiles, rapists, profiteers, vulgar individuals of which it has always been a dramatic space, Who knows why?

Nobody realizes that perhaps the problem is upstream?

There never sees the children until we rape them, then maybe move your ass and saddened mind ... The children are watching us adults, and they are the ones that we (maybe) when we will assist all of us, adults of today, the old decrepit tomorrow.

How could still today there are children dying of hunger around the world and that there are still mothers who send their children to war, and that there are fathers who are not able to defend their offspring for which shouldered rifles thinking of doing the right thing, how can you build more weapons, how is it possible that there is a religion that still committing genocide in the name of a god invented, how can there are people who are still married in churches and dirty, how can you celebrate something which is thousands of years been a source of bloodshed, as you may still be allowed to be so vulgar as unclean Berluskoni to be masters of the desires of a people, how is it that you can not see where is the lie, Obama does not apologize for the genocide in Armenia, the Pope does not resign, instead of mucking with its opulent Germanic thinking stately presence of 'thinking individual, who we all are, we know perfectly well what is good and what is bad ... How is it that in northern Europe will eat bananas as you can exploit that in the Latin American indigenous people and poison the blood of their sons in the North American and European banana, how can you put your finger or neck fine diamond, as possible that men-slaves working under the ground and die without ever seeing the light to come up with gold chains that women and men put in their bodies away vain ... in plain sight, to draw attention, in a bunker thought, bonds, ties of any kind, as you can still ... and all the atrocities that are concatenated one after another in every corner of the earth, as it is still possible ...

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All of us were children, the adults of our history we were never told the truth, it is convenient to be tied to the chair, the unknown is scary soaked in mediocre minds wanted to be dark presence unattainable occult powers in the hands of a few rich and the super-rich SODDING, who think that only a movement is that you must follow: breach, breach, violation before our eyes, able to keep quiet in most cases ...

immutable silence I've seen in too many faces of adults to believe that there is a Berluskoni come from heaven, ops we have not noticed ... I saw adults remain silent in the face of evidence of a so-called mortal sin, I remember, the fist of my father when I told him that his uncle had touched her ass ... vulgarly colarmi remember the blood from the nose, are not the only bad experience he had so tan illogical. (Interlayer Cuban)

children are watching, what comes out to copy a copy of mankind so ugly?

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fire with fire Pedo

Or fart in Italian.

I swear I translate this post into English, I'll owe it to a friend Costa Rica.

Sara, Para Ti.

are days that I am thinking something to say about the nasty business of child abuse discovered at once, and then shocked the whole world ...

broods are days I think and what to say, I did not understand why I could not impulse driven by anger, impotence or any reaction in these cases also justified the angry wrath of the brave Achilles was certainly cut off the head to the Pope ..

... and then I realized, now, so, suddenly, what stops me from throwing up, perhaps, to my unspeakable words glassy sheet of this post.

course!

I remembered! I grew up in a boarding school full of nuns, seven years is difficult to reason, it is still under observation in adults. I was there because I was 'sick' in quotation marks that are means that at that time everything was terribly pathetic that touched the ridiculous.

Well, one night a nun playing with me, with his crucifix. I have no bad memories or traumas hidden, not to be who you want to define my pathological loathing for everything that is in the shape of a cross, I always head when you pull a coin ...

What I mean is, but what the fuck we are surprised now? For years and years and I would say two thousand years that the harassment of adults suffer delusions that the only thing that managed to do is destroy humanity accused of original sin the only way we have to continue the species, but it can be more fools than that?

But we must also mention the question of the niggaz? (Cadence Palermo), the mass destruction of the natives of Latin American, the famous holy wars? The Inquisition? The recantation all'omossessualitá? And again, I want to marry? But really!

But how many stories I heard from my college buddies! And how I still felt out of college, and I have fifty years now. My youth was one where if you call the police on the phone, very heavy, the SIP was one of those blacks to denounce my father, who was leading me with the belt, I answer that: (Cadence Catania) is your paatreee, if you get hit maybe you deserve it as well, and you do what you did to arrabbiari? I mean that my father had plenty of time to finish me when I'm absurd dialogue on the phone with the police ...

... I do not know what is worse, being lead by the Pope or to be raped by the Pope?

all shocked the world, pedophile priests, brrr ... Peró few people are upset when Pope W attila was complicit in the matanza of Muslims in former Yugoslavia. How many children died? A fucking daughters who cares? Certainly not to the Pope, since he did not go to Sarajevo, the Dalai Lama ...

Few remember all the havoc perpetrated by the Roman Catholic Church? I remember very well, and since I lived in Cuba for some years, I also remember Operation Peter Pan, thousands of children snatched from the hands of parents to make them end up enslaved in the homes of wealthy Americans ...

In the name of the Lord, as a gentleman? I always asked when I was a child. That the Lord was a pedophile we know from mo, please explain what makes sense I'm watching the Lord in every place on the right and left .... I asked myself this when I was a teenager, I'm annoyed Lord voyeur ...

And fifteen years certainly did not believe in fairy tales! And the priests saw the boys were doing the brave, who already earned some money, they were things of the past, the smell of the sacristy of the unlit candles for, and celestial bodies, poor men plastered ... I have always believed that it is the church that should disappear. And so there would be no more poor devils confused. Christ on the cross, let me say I'm a vulgarity is unheard of, but how do you have to endure this statue insaguinata in all parts of the world? But what? But we are mad? The church is masochistic there was not noticed?

that our society is a sick society we know from mo ... otherwise gentlemen do not you put all those butts in view TV programs and lack of culture in contrast, almost zero, but we are in 2010 for god, oh! M'è escaped ...

something like that would never happen in the Muslim world .... not that I'm Muslim, for goodness sake, do not believe that men pass on plotting, already sure that the past of men marked by dirty streets of blood. History teaches us. Just let me emphasize that we can not continue to be complicit in the biggest lie in history of the world.

of what he says Mr. Pope I highly slam, his figure is offensive priori for centuries. His dirty jewelry is impregnated with unimaginable suffering, (imagine you are in the ground to collect lapis lazuli, and then you tell me if you would like to take something so petty finger) filthy squalor, rapes (remember to Lucrezia Borgia, we give you peace) , mass killings, concealment of scientific truth (Galileo, Leonardo da Vinci ...), forced conversions, (The Celts of Northern Europe, the Negroes of Africa, the indigenous Maya and Incas, American Indians, Aboriginal Australians ... it is hard to remember all who are already plenty of horrific stories of torture, murder ...

My mother was grateful for the Don Bosco Institute, charitable and pious sisters, poor naive, not that those guys knew it was subsidized by the state, we spent a miserable polio and the rest for Speakers of the Lord ... scandal that happened then ... of Paedophilia even touch the subject, or the violent dad touched your face until you get your nose bleed ...

do not know what was better, if a dad violent pedophile or a pope, I'm still thinking ...

Milena Velba, Miosotis Club

Doubtful

Today I want to publish on a blog that I have had correspondence with a person who has seen and commented on a short film on my Facebook:

G: I saw the video ' Libertad de movimiento ' delicate and poignant as the tragic look at life in Sicily.

Answer: I'm sorry to disagree with what you say, but do not consider it a poignant work as the Sicilians, I consider how disruptive the Sicilian ... and it is not tragic, tragic is stand still and do nothing just because we are convinced that they can not, Yamilet shows us that we can do much more and much more.

G: And that's true. We can do everything and much more. The tragedy of which I speak is probably linked to my personal experiences with disability and to 'anguish that takes me thinking about the future. The video is very nice though.

Answer: Why the apple call apple? Why others have decided, I was not present at that meeting, so that the disability exists in the collective, G. .. you're a woman, is the only thing you know, the rest comes from if you follow your instincts and not what society imposes on us sick of this negativity irreversible. There is no disability, you and I exist here and now, we're talking to the world thanks to technology, and this is really an extraordinary fact, you can move the world only with a lever, just wanting to. I'll tell you that I wanted to stand up and dance, despite people saying that I was lame ... this nonsense of the clergy has worked well for the brain damage, diversity is scary, is not covered in the usual canons of that and controlled. Freedom of movement is necessary if we want to change the minds, if you change, everything changes around you magically. Nothing is impossible, life is.

G: Ilaria told me you were a woman and I like tough if you want to be fucked up. Excites me that the men bring nothing to talk to us. I like to get in touch with the world other than through this thing without a soul and animated by the voices of the world. This morning I spoke with Ilaria still had to go to bed. Now I'm in combat with you that make me sympathy in less than 10 minutes. The clergy have worked well but not with me that I questioned the age of 14 years with Danilo Dolci when I realized that the Saints are already well in paradise and that men have the greatest need on earth. Since I'm 20 years older than you thought you want to leave the artistic side and you do not want to tell you that disability and 'made up of body and pain of grieving mothers and men with dead eyes. No I do not want to talk because I still believe that all the angels without wings can still walk. Hello.

I have not found the words to respond to G., the only thing that comes to mind is that in my past as a child and then as a teenager and then a woman's disability was always seen as something to hide, a serious failure, and this conviction I have read on the faces of adults at the time, just as those who are now twenty years older than me, so I think seriously that if today we still have a problem I'm fucking then perhaps it is because adults have since worked their evil ... this is the only answer that I feel I give the elderly of today, you sow evil, you do not collect anything.

Until the society in each country believe in the existence of mental illness there will be no relations of respect between individuals, even less for people with of immense suffering, como can be a state of severe handicap ignored by the competent authorities, as is the municipalities or regions or governments that they are the ones who make us who we are voting.

Magazin Unirea Program 2010

announced the Saharawi people of the desert of this world sometimes cruel.

An oasis in the desert

was 15 April 2008, I was in the Sahara Desert , Dajila of the camp. I want to give voice to what I wrote then, the people Saharawis needs us, it is unacceptable that in 2010 it is constricting a people to live in extremes of sopravivvenza. What fascinated me was seeing the pride of this gentle and peaceful people in the folds of the veil where glimpsed look of dignity and strength.

15/Aprile, Dajila, 2008

And today I am here, in the Sahara desert, I'm exactly where I wanted to be many years ago, thirty , to be exact, and I'm sitting here in the asshole of the universe, in a small number of palm oases of the one of this proud people and proud.

is not one of those who imagine oasis with a small pond and camels drink until satiated and odalisques belly dancing with bare feet and bells ... My little girl is an oasis, not There is no water even in a dream is like a mirage appear five sheep walking together, closely united with each other, look at me strange, they do like they do the people of this desert, and the men that go hand in hand when walking with Saharan their fluttering in the wind warm and snug when you are ... give me a right hand and again and again, and after having touched my fingers gently if the door to a heart and a and a ' yet another time ...

... then offered me this piece of sand as if it were the most precious thing on earth. And water in skins of goat skin, eyes shining with joy when they look at you drinking with satisfaction, the sun begins to rap and all around sparkles.

There are lots of camels, in return there are lots of flies that settle gentle read over my body, make it invisible, one and one and one more time, and I seem to see their legs resting on their hearts merry.

And children out of school as children all over the world, playful and happy with their backpacks on their shoulders and their long dresses, linger under the palm trees to play with stones and sand of their desert. The solitary sparrows flying in the air and then meet up in number two.

The wind is warm as I had imagined, the cold of the night less.

The sand-colored brick houses latte and sea ports as blue eyes cert'uni looking at me intently. It's a very sweet people, I smile at ten paces through meeting. Their observed strabocca of simply moving. There is a danger of falling in love, everyone is happy, despite possessing only the sky, the sand, the stars and the moon Menguante ... glimpsed the full lips smiling well-designed and wind back for a caress and again and again.

April 17, under the same oasis ...

Sand, sand, sand, wind and sand under the palm trees 32. Today there are a lot of bleating goats, eat some, bark. Crows fly hugging dark blue ground walnut small intestine. Reels bring him dry leaves and camel hair tangled, scorpions are on their way to sunny.

Here you keep in contact with the ground, ass to ass with it, blue and blood red carpets, velvet cushions scarlet and blue sea beyond. The tea prepared by the hands of wise pass from the engraved silver teapot in the style of a thousand and one night in a shot glass to another in the number eight, a ritual that has been repeated thousands and thousands of pleasant hours spent chatting all the facts of life.

The first sip is bitter like life, the second is as sweet as love and the third is sweet as death. How lucky to go through the three stations of this custom. Lie down, we all, men and women, at night under the stars, I can relate however I do not dare, I dare not ever mess. The silence is often the moon covers me light enough to allow me to perceive shapes House murmuring. The sweet sound of the south wind brings with it echoes of voices in the distance.

Oh! Anime wise already gone! Oh! of past, present and future, this case is more bigger than me, I will be able to embrace? These stones before they sfracelino sandy ocher color changing, before young people get lost in the streets of the world's first flight, first, first, before the elders go away forever. Where you can meet otherwise eyes so intense?

I bow to the east, greeting the sun goes away and will return tomorrow without a doubt, I greet the God here, I feel satisfaction about me, my guests feel honored, and he seems benevolent smile ...

and unpredictable wind, turning in dizzying dance invading the nostrils and the veils of my dress that I carry with pride in the manner of the King of my desert, if I get too unwilling to bury me now. Gotta find the strength to walk though with difficulty, he who hesitates is lost, it is imperative to move, criminals are those that prevent us know, will pay one day.

will return to climb the hump of a camel peaceful? I want to retrace the footsteps of one of the Lion of the desert, and those of my ancestors, are Sicilian and I do not regret, this fine sand comes to the banks every day of my ancient island, my face tells me that I was also the North African one thousand years ago ...

Sleep overcomes me at two in the afternoon, cous cous, carrots and onions and camel meat, which I will not eat at all, I can not swallow a brother so friendly and helpful, save me life one day, you remember me, I can no mistake. The flies will not let me sleep, do not want to have all the reason I have left little time to enjoy this Saharawi Chinese black veil, the veil of the men that I got in the way the head of the Berbers.

Ridono i bambini di me to vedermi Polverosa Passaro per la strada, mi hanno spiegato perché, rido with parrot giustífico elezione mine, é molto piu pratico muovermi, pompous Vestone le donne, e il mio non so tollere bastone , its me stessa inciamperei one and one and un'altra volta ancora.

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'll tell you that yesterday was on the border with Panama queuing stamping the passport.

was in the middle of absolute nothingness in extreme poverty, you are of men than of nature. I Costa Rica divided from a dirty river and a wooden bridge 200 meters long pipe century, spending enormous size trucks and people on foot from various countries of the world that we dared not look down and that otherwise not going to take a step forward from what was seen as scary.

Around dust and hunger and mangy dogs border military faces looking at him Panamanian style one-eyed dog pissed border, the only entertainment stores were full of cheesy China Pan American, North African and Canadian, American, as we say the Sicilians ...

queued While a child came up to me asking for charity, was a boy cholo, as they say here the Indians six years old, very friendly and persistent in your prayers, I said that in life you should never degrade asking for charity, looked surprised, we had a little bit unguents. We laughed a lot and we became friends, is called Julio ...

Then we lost sight and after a while I saw off in the middle of a crowd of people, in the hands had a wooden box that what it takes to clean shoes, I called aloud, Julio, Julio, in the midst of the crowd when he saw me running rushed to me with a smile to all teeth, we hugged and I said, you know? I followed your advice, but all people have flip-flops or tennis shoes, what works is that they do not clean anything but give me money. Is that asking charity?

I replied that it was shown that unless you earn more pathetic, and he told me was true, because that was the day where earned more money than ever.

We salute as two lifelong buddies and ran off happily to their destination and I was fascinated watching him and staying at mine. .. was extraordinary to see how a little boy was carrying huge injustice joy of adult men.