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Waste Land

"What can you do to me? You can pray for me" . A friend told me is the most atheistic atheist that you can not. Another friend, a Catholic, tells me to pray for her does not mean anything. I do not expect anything he says. Then I will pray for you, I say. One Sunday morning I was in the beautiful Basilica of San Lorenzo just before going to do my shift. There was a mass in progress, The priest was the homily. He kept saying: "Let us ask ourselves what we should do. What should we do?". After all, where I was, a beautifull statue of Padre Pio in size, covered with beads. Next to me a family does not know whether or South American Indian. Father, mother and daughter little girl all bundled up to cover themselves from the cold. In turn, first the father then the mother, get up and go to kneel in front of Padre Pio, with great dignity put both hands on the feet of the statue. And pray. The little girl, she seemed to have a great dignity, watching them both with his head on straight. What do you think. I do not know, I think it will keep for life the image of his parents on their knees. That pray. I wanted to stand up and interrupt the sermon of the priest: "Here we do csa" I wanted to tell and show the family of non-EU. "Praying." There is not asked for anything more. You know even my atheist friend. "And 'the church that abounded or men are the men who left the church?" asked the great poet TS Eliot. Both, probably. That same Sunday, after work, I stop in the extraordinarily beautiful church of St. Alexander to peck at a mass. It 'a church of such beauty as there are few in Italy and worldwide. But it is almost deserted, a dozen seniors and a pair of young couples. The two priests who celebrate mass are old, very old. I think, when will come in here at the same time to take a mass in 10 years there will be no one, not even a priest. Mass is over, I'm not alone . But how do I stop every morning before the crucifix, which stands in a corner of this church, I feel a little 'Don Camillo by now. And I say a prayer for my friend who does not want to pray. (The crucifix in the church of St. Alexander in Milan) With a prayer and a wish for Sara Tanturli which today is the holy chrism

Problem Z Złapaniem Oddechu

The choice

I chose the character says in the ad that says pro euthanasia (Produced in Australia, banned in Australia, ended up on the network through the Italian Radical Party). I chose to go to college. I chose to marry Tina. I chose to buy that car. I have chosen. I have chosen. Then he concludes: "What I did not choose is to become terminally ill and certainly did not choose that my family has to live this hell with me. Now I have made my final choice, I just need the government to listen to me." There would be no comment to make because spot speaks for itself. Do not choose to get sick, so do not choose to die or to die but most of all - the spot ovvimamente does not say - not even choose to be born. You do not choose not to call by name che hai. E' un altro che ti dà il nome, come un altro ti dà la vita. E anche la morte. Basterebbe questo semplice e onesto riconoscimento a togliere ogni presunzione riguardo al possesso della vita e della morte.

Il problema di questo spot non è che fa promozione all'eutanasia, che già è cosa triste, disumana, ed è anche falso, perché la maggior parte dei malati terminali dichiara (ma i tiggì e il Partito radicale si guardano bene di dirlo) di desiderare di vivere, a qualunque costo. Ad esempio come lo desiderva Eluana. La cosa squallidamente triste di questo spot è il perfetto ritratto dell'uomo contemporaneo che esso fa. E' un po' guardarsi allo specchio, guardare questo spot: quello che sceglie, forever. The rich man, the opulent West, the bored man, modern man. What is already dead before arriving at any euthanasia. It has already been killed long ago. Why can not those who choose, for example, children who are hungry in Africa, AIDS patients, but they want to live so that they can not choose. They are not given the choice. This spot is a spot to one thing: the horror of the loneliness that has taken possession of this modern world. And then of course, in the face of loneliness you can also get a death wish. Pardon, euthanasia, which is more politically correct.

Kaszuby Dom Bezposrednio Nad Woda

In the strip's world is

                                                    From Jail Chiavari

Dear Simone,

today is Sunday and stroll in the courtyard. We are here to contemplate the treasure of the day that you have given us yesterday ( football game between friends, police and penitentiary inmates -ed) says proudly and tell those of us who could not be there. The funny thing is that this morning (around the cell where washed clothes) in one way or another we've all had the same regret at the precise moment when the flash fires of memory, we wanted to not wash the smell of meshes used yesterday for not erase the memory.

Yuck, you think. True. But you know, under certain conditions (like today), we observe, we listen, as if he had been the subject of a miracle, and when you were so happy at least for an afternoon dazed is easy to hope that this miracle before or then finally arrives. For a bit more 'meditation does not hurt, if not (here) you get old without ever understanding the meaning of nothing! But behind the thoughts that take root in our minds and make us feel that in this sort of torpor plant, there is another, more important, that is to say what they suggest honesty and heart. The first

thing is that yesterday we wanted to affirm the good weather for playing and toasted a bit ', but the sun was missing. E 'come now, too late for us, too late for other people who wanted to be there. Too bad.

The second is that there is not that crazy "traitor" by Don Eugenio Nembrini. Without him on the grid, and the defection of Ernestine, the sporting defeat was inevitable. Now the chancellor has something to be forgiven: that at least come and visit us soon (if it has the courage!).

Third, talk to you, my friends, there are always more expensive. Blessed a thousand times a day and the minute you get in this institute. Among the things we want to tell you, there's always surprise and delight us: in this corner of the world, where everything seems to invoke only the certainty of punishment, you are among the few not to have to show bias for clothes into strips and the charity match in which we have involved yesterday also shows a culture of solidarity between civil society and inmates who can not but increase our hope in the future and our gratitude and our esteem for you. If all the world was like him to show you, my friends, out there we should have everything that is in the bag and that, if not to ensure that tomorrow on a human scale that we at least make better our soul. For this reason we have strict tenacious bonds of affection with you and we are glad you did.

back to earth. All that you hear today in the courtyard is the sound of our voices that remind you, who share the memories of yesterday afternoon but anchele linked to the future hidden hopes. D 'Moreover, the life offers us little matter, the circle of suffocation increases day by day and when we imagine is out there that you see, we see that with you, otherwise you tell us what we could see ? someone claims that our beliefs are only merit of this place that brought us together, but we feel that there is something more and time will tell.

Now the hope is that you do that keeps you always so beautiful and rare as you are now, and that our stories of justice will soon fall into oblivion, but the things that you learn to live with this important friendship ( on both sides) forever.

Ricordateci in your prayers, dear friends, and you will not ever vote for someone who wants you to best of us.

See you soon and all the best possible (and allowed) by your aficionados

Renato, Damian, Angel, John, Pino, Andrea, Rida, Bush and Mame Mor