Lay carpets, throw petals, for the Society of dodger:
Applause to you, young girl full of hopes, instead of wasting money on the grate of the goddess Minerva hasten in droves to audition for the GF and Veline: You are assured of success, fame and doors;
Incense to you, sprightly old lady frequents clubs and theaters in bridge, for obtaining disability pension and accompany, who fortunately still pretending dementia not hit you, you just removed an aid to one of your own age who perhaps had a right indeed;
bow to you, men of the TV, which clouded our minds with less and less worthy of human intelligence programs: there are cultivating a large flock of sheep more docile;
Congratulations to you, men of humanitarian organizations, which transformed the collected funds for the poor people in smoke, or dry food for dogs to be sent to the children of Africa do you see the thank you to wag their tails?
Then for you, a skilled politician by easy promises, you have the wit to shape the law on your personal trouble: You have secured a peaceful night and happy dreams;
Treats you, the oligarchs of the Earth, that nourished the public opinion with the tasty flavor of democracy, exporting vulgar dictatorship were conquering the world;
I take my hat off all'esimia Company of the dodger, who holds the fate of the World that is the honest look stupid, naive pure, upright ... the loser and that is making the place where I live more and more suffocating ...
dedicated to you ... the thought of a man who was right, too long ago. No, do not try to remember who he is: did not participate in any reality, then you probably do not know: If I had
fire arderei 'the world
if I was the wind, the tempestarei
if I were water, the 'drowning
if I were God, mandereil' en deep
(Angiolieri Cecco, 1260 to 1312?)
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