Sometimes words are not enough to explain the disappointment. It’s like living all your life inside the old school.

This dude commented the fact writing that “I don’t feel ashamed anymore, we have the leader we deserve. And everytime a foreign will ask to me why we always choose Berlusconi and all those ridicolous racists.. Well, I’ll answer that we choose them because we are like them. And it’s the truth, Italians are like Berlusconi. And if you think to be different, you have to go away because you’re the black sheep, not them.”

Don’t know. I’m ashamed.

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(from Antonella)

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I was in Spain while the earthquake struck the city of L’Aquila in the mountainous Abruzzo region of Italy. I was mindlessly drinking sangria. Or tequila. Don’t know. Yesterday i’ve read that some “construction entrepreneur” was laughing on his bed, on april, 6th at 3:32 .
Pierfrancesco Gagliardi and Francesco De Vito Piscicelli are the names of the two bastards. Laughing for they would surely get the contract for the reconstruction of the buildings of that area. Laughing on death. Laugh on this. Idiots.

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Hey, Sky
Look at this condemnation
Under your lights
Bleeding in some vibration
All I live for, in bleeding

Hail, Sky
Look at this young heart
Before you die
Don’t let any other sight
watch me bleeding

What a lovely daze
What a lovely daze
Tonight i’m going to tell you the truth
But There is something I forgot to say
There is something I always forget to say

Kept the life you gave me in a bag
Walked thru the desert without rest
And all that remains is this kind of heaven
More than any other that I’ve left
Step by step, walking in the sand

I felt alive
And I’m still alive

This is not exactly what I thought
When god allowed my legs to walk
Both alive and damned all in a while
It is awful as the loss, almost painful as if you’d drown in the rain
Here nobody seems to know where’s the light that some calls god
Here nobody seems to be wet under this Sky, under this Sky as me

(it still rains)

What a lovely day
My body’s changing skin and shape
I thought I had to tell you the truth
There is something I forgot to say
There is something … is hurting

What a lovely daze
What a lovely game to play
I thought I had to tell you the truth
But There is something I forgot to say
There is something I’ll always forget to say

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(singing this song in the shower…)

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