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my poor country

Italian I do not feel so long, when one evening in July of many, many years ago, Tardelli's scream was my cry, his joy was my joy. Then the flag
has slowly faded, discolored, like a piece of low quality, after some washing machine, in order to become a white sheet. That
tricolor not belong to me more, discouraged, by those who should represent me, and I is more, a long, long time.

Why should I feel proud to be Italian?
When those who govern us, only think to put on weight and not to make the interest of all, most of all the past, the weak, when those who represent us, forbids us to go to hell, as he welcomes
home.
What a fantastic story that's life.

my poor country,
mocked by the whole world.
Humiliated, when your children are forced to emigrate again to work.
Scarred, soil, in the dignity, the soul of those who survive every day, hoping for a better tomorrow, that is never better.
consumed by fires, looting planning, from mafia interests, the thirst for money and power.

my poor country, seeing their children killed by the new barbarians, torn to pieces by the two-legged beasts, murdered by the work, and do not work, killed by the desperation of daily life, which is increasingly bleak, one Justice not There is and never will be, also killed by ingorgidia and stupidity.

Goodnight Italy, rests serene in this midsummer night.
dream if you can a better future.

I dream, I do not anymore.

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No abandonment

take a short break before the highway opens the door for a moment. The car starts very important regardless of what little life that is left behind. A friend betrayed and left alone in return for a week at sea. View a scene and a magazine, too many times. But how?

According to statistics, are abandoned in Italy every year 150,000 dogs, of which 40,000 during the summer. are 200,000 cats each year are abandoned to their fate.

Why? To spend a week in Ibiza, or to enjoy in peace Sun Sharm? Love for a friend, a companion, a husband or wife is unconditional and lasts 365 days a year. 52 weeks a year. Why the love for our friend home should last only 50 weeks? He loves us all year! Christmas and August inclusive.

If you love animals, you do it 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days. Not only when you're free or you feel like it. We say NO abandonment of animals. Have you ever thought how you'd be wrong if they abandon you?

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still a wound, a tragedy, yet deaths, suffering, hurt, fear.
Maybe you could avoid, maybe not, now does not change anything.

In drama, Viareggio , as in many other similar situations, in the middle of hell, there are heroes, angels to some, in those moments that made the difference and saved lives.
are ordinary people, do not fly do not have super powers, have courage, heart, a soul.

The first thought goes to that station master, perceiving that the tragedy in progress, his first thought was, to minutes to get straight to hell, a passenger train.
She did everything because that train was unaware, not reach the station, avoiding a disaster even greater than it was.
Then he did his best to divert other trains, and to help in rescue operations.
Then again they, the firemen, still in the front row against the enemy, this time huge, huge.

Hearts, hands and souls, to save other hearts, other hands, other souls.
'm not famous, never will be, the name of that station master, I've only seen in a newspaper.

On second thought, go to that dog, civil protection, I think, in front of a collapsed house, found a baby alive in what was left of his house, saving his life. Here are the new heroes
them, ordinary people, that the uniform is white, or red, with a helmet, a shield, ordinary people like us.

A thought for those who deal with the less fortunate, doctors, volunteers, anywhere, without fuss, give a smile where you suffer, hearts, eyes, anime, to two or four legs.

Persons, who never appear anonymous, but we know that, fortunately there are and there will be, I extend my personal thanks.


In a last farewell.
Flonder Hello, You made us company for many years, now maybe you can come back and play with your friend Lilly .
We'll miss you.