After some time spent in other companies - Pirandello said that the life or lives or the writing, and sometimes we must also live it, if only to then be able to tell anything-I am back here with the best intentions resume the interrupted thread.
course back to my usual themes: for example, "stories of whales and fiocinator, women's bold and crazy love" as Ned Land sings in the film version of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea Fleischer (who said I find it much more fun with us the original, I do not feel the Verniani doc).
In short, then I will update you on the latest news from the planet Mars, where our two intrepid explorers are finding ever new wonders, carefully concealed by the Men in Black NASA.
Intent, however, I will make a small exception to the program guidelines of the blog, not to bore readers with fatuous references to contingent reality, in order to externalize my own position politically incorrect.
A couple of days ago I caught a channel Rai a well-known association of green consumers, who, after an impassioned harangue in defense of moderation and pauperism, dressed for excess exclamations moralizing on corruption of Western civilization, he concluded trombonizia with rhetoric urging listeners to wrap Christmas gifts with the next sheet of paper, in order to alleviate the waste of timber.
Well no, friends. This Christmas I will not make a lot of gifts for strictly economic reasons, but few of them wrap delicate sheets of gift that I can find: you know, the ones with the glitter, the babbetti Christmas and reindeer, snowflakes of cotton. And annoderò them with colored ribbons, rosettes and add the paste with a little note on the envelope, which shall paint some little word affectionate good wishes.
And on Christmas Eve, I want you to knock on my door the very old man with a large white beard, with his reindeer, bells and lots of bright-colored packages, accompanied by a chorus of carols. And not a yahoo with the suit of Post, who handed me the latest issue of Republic.
For the defense of the rainforest, please again after the Epiphany.
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