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E intanto io se mi innamorassi di un Tedesco o di un Francese (cosa già altamente improbabile) prima di tutto dovrei chiedergli se, in caso ci dovessimo sposare e poi dividere, che intenzioni avrebbe riguardo agli eventuali figli...

Sarebbe come andare finalmente in vacanza, una villeggiatura di sette giorni, entrare in hotel e dire, appena varcata la porta, "Tra una settimana GIA' ce ne dobbiamo andare!"

Il discorso non è così profondo, visto che, ahimé, ne so così poco; questo mini 'articolo' è più che altro da leggersi come uno sfogo personale.
Tra le mille e mille difficoltà, mettiamoci anche questo!

Credo che il problema non sia dell'Europa intera, ma dell'Italia, che come al solito crea leggi fatte solo per essere aggirate, e anche il più onesto degli onesti, per campare, si trova a dover far finta...

If I fall in love with a German or a Frech boy (very hard to me) first of all I'd ask him, if we merry and split, what he would do with our kids.

It would be as we go to a holiday of 7 days, and in the very moment we'd put our feet in the hoter room, I say "What a shame, in seven days we have to return home!"

This page is not too deep, I admit: I don't know very much about this matter. It's like a shout...
A boy and a girl have already enough difficulties in finding a mate for life, and in merrying him or her... And we have to add this!

I think the problem is not the whole Europe: I think it's all about Italian laws, which are made to be ignored, even from the most honest in the honest people...

Beh, io non parlavo in generale... Non ne so molto, ripeto... io ho solo riportato immediatamente ciò che ho sentito.

Non sono di quei tipi che dicono che l'Italia è il peggior paese del mondo e gli altri, tutti gli altri sono meglio.
Io dico però che se gli altri Stati ci mangiano in testa per le leggi, non è colpa dell'Europa, ma del nostro modo idiota di affrontare i problemi.

That's not a problem of beauty... is a problem of laws... that's why I had that 'shout'.
If I meet someone and if we split up, he'd take our kids away from me, and I'd have to fight desperately to see them, to not let men drug them or only God know what else...

I don't mind where one comes from. I mind my feelings have to be tainted and mortified by the awareness of all this matter.

Yes, it's not love for my partner, but for my kids...

This world is a mess, even without fears added by stupid different laws based on where you come from.

Oh, thanks to God it's not a dictatorship... but sometimes I feel we're so near to it... or so close to anarchy...

Well... that was not exactly the right place where put an image... but, Ok, thank you.

Oh, Ok...

Oh, yes, be family with anyone. And now we've to break the alliance with Libia and to be side by side with France, that blocks all refugees coming from Africa and passing through Italy... Oh, THAT's family, indeed!!!

I studied Lorenzo Da Ponte's and Mozart's "Don Giovanni", and I find it as one of the best operas I ever seen: a murder on the first scene, the opposition between Leporello and his Master, the creepy revenge of the moving statue of the Commendatore... It was like a movie, for me!

We're trying to do it. We don't want to shoot their boat coming from the sea, like we see in Spain, or don't be friendly as we see in Malta. But... do you know Italian situation? The problem are not the migrants or the foreign people we have at home, but our rotten politics. We can't face this mess all alone...

Then, see this: we have the Vaticano at home: we have two heads on our single body.
All good Catholics HAVE to be friendly... so poor people don't go to Vaticano, but to Lampedusa, to other Italian towns. The Vaticano has not crowded streets and shouting angry people that wants no more pasta but other food... And we are being jenerous, we could not be. We are offering our help, even if we have a strong crime here, that could take them...

Sour looks come from Europe if we try to defend our rights. Our Prime Minister has been painted as a maniac, when we need some respect from other countries.
I am not pleading from help, I'm just trying to show how we need to not be left alone.

Gheddafi is shouting against Italy before I was born; it is hard for him to moove a real attack against us. But the problem is not him. The problem is, always, we are always left alone.
I don't trust our allies... to tell you the truth.
I'd prefer to close ourselves as UK does.

We can't be the good hotel forever. We can't be, right now, and that's why people wants to go to Germany or France. But other Countries are brothers only if we are in war, not when we have to share such a problem.
They love a lot coming here in their holidays, but in serious matters, everybody runs away.

Italians have to die in stupid far wars, but have not to ask why they have no rights in Europe.

I love anyone in the world, because he/she is a human being, a precious person, a world.
But this can't be said from a Nation: the matter is more complicated.

If you want to rule in Italy, you have to face the Criminal Organizations as Mafia, Camorra and other rubbish like this, and you have to stay close also with Lega Nord: many of Leghisti know nothing about Italian history, they don't know why South is more poor than North, most of them want just to separate.
They don't know that first Italian industry was in South and many people from Veneto came here to get a job they did not find at home.

But, as you can easily see, not all people in Italy is a criminal or a stupid who can just repeat a slogan.

President Berlusconi decided, as a NOT professional politician, to handle all this mess. And everybody knows that politics is not a good matter, is not clean and kind. ou have to swim in mud, if you want to be a politician.
Injustice runs side by side with politics, and it happens here in Italy most of old politicians think that a right let you do anything you want.
They get too much money, they can't see real life, they don't care about real life. President Berlusconi seems to know what is about being hungry, without enough money and to invent a job... wearing always a smile, even if you want to cry.
He became rich, as Uncle Scrooge, yes... and it is the root of the crude envy of other politicans. That's all, as I can see.

Italy is one Nation just from 1861... A old Nation, but early unified. Local situations are all messy too.
A little group of new-comers tries to fit all this, but, it's not enough.

We ate our wealth before putting a part of it in a safe... a lot of people seems to be unaware of this. You can't search for more if there's no more.

And then, after seeing all this, I have also to be jenerous, to be kind with the boy who comes from anywhere, and seems to have seen a female for the first time in his life... I have to be frightened if my "No thanks" is not enough to send him away and leave me alone.

If other countries are blind, to the point they believe in dirty gosspis and not in people who voted their president, it's not our fault; if I am ignorant, I study. They don't know those things, so they have to check them out; they have to stop preaching, because we have enough priests that can do this.

Aha. I know that Churchill was used to say somthing about democracy... more or less that: "Democracy is the worst form of government, except for all those other forms that have been tried from time to time."

It's sad, but I think he's right. Maybe Italy is not ready for a democracy; when we had the Fascism, it seemed that people loved to be ruled in a simple and clear way... But men are not simple and not clear. A dictatory is not good. Anarchy is not good too...

It seems to me that we Italians know perfecly what we DON'T want, but we can't say what we want. Well, I feel that way... I know very little about all this.

My experience witnesses to me that we can't create a group, or anything related to a group, ar anything that could resamble an association.
We can't be one... not now... We're too frightened, we see we can't trust each other, so, "I walk alone", "he dances alone", "she keeps herself in safe".

Then, knowing all this, Europe, the'family', should see it and invent something... anything that could make us able to trust each other, and to imagine a future.

It is always anarchy, and President Berlusconi is trying to do something good to heal Italy. But, as I said, old professional politics don't like him, his new ideas, and they are putting on him any sort of bad thing. Just mud on him. And, as I can see, any other Country prefers to laugh at all this, and not to see how much they are fighting against him.

See as I see: a lot of shouting and barking old men against one... And President Berlusconi is lucky: he can pay is lawyers, he can defend himself.
If someone in Italy is put under this fire, is DEAD. Nobody could resist without a lot of money.
If they look at me, and make me good questions, I could be put in a jail. Even if I'm innocent.

In Italy we use to interprete laws. But little things are nothing. If you have a lot of power, no matter if you are guilty or not, you have to pay. It's not truth but money that makes the difference.

Now, I heard about Tunisia helping us with refugees, blocking their overcrowded boats before coming in dangerous waters.
Politicians from opposition can see only bad things.

Do you know that in last 6 months a lot of Camorristi had be put under arrest?
Mr Bassolino and Mrs Jervolino put Napoli under tons of rubbish; it's not Berlusconi's fault if people in L'Aquila have a house after the quake, and, instead, people who are 30 years old like me live in containers and did not see a real house in all their life.
In 1980 there was not Berlusconi, but Irpinia was put upsidown, and NOW many people are still asking for their home.

As Churchill said, nobody can be a saint, in politics. We have to choose for the less worse, and President Berlusconi is the choise. If you see elsewhere, you see only old faces and people without a clue; the only thing they share is barking against a 70 years old man and forcing people to KILL him. Yes, you read right: KILL.

Who is the mad now?

I agree with you. But who can you trust in, if you know such things? And, add this: now it seems to be normal to fall in love with anybody, even if you already have got a family. It seems you have the sacred right to fall in love and to have many kids, with different partners, just as it was a sport.
New children abhandoned as old newspapers... If someone has this in his mind, it is difficult; if you add difference of laws, you feel you can prefer close yourself in a safe cage, and live your little life day by day, without create new sad persons.

I think there are no safe relations. You have to try, by your own risk. You have to bet with your soul as money. Win is almost impossible.

So, my little equation has this solution: if you don't want to use your soul that way, it's better you stay in safe, somewhere far from anywhere, keeping clear from any relation.

There's no way to recover the faith in love...

I think that bad publicity is always publicity... But this mud is all made of stupid gossips. Always painting Italy as a great theme park in the centre of Europe.

In Italy there is no high quality information. So, things I am saying are more or less the same any Italian can feel.
Our news are very strange, compared with others; not very serious. Full of gossips, that's the main feature. Then, we always hear: "Tizio Rossi, 56 years old, a man from Neverland, killed his neighbour Muzio Vattelappesca, 65, from Milano". The accent is put on nationality, and we feel angry with foreign people, if the murder is a stranger; we feel angry with ourselves, if the murder is Italian. And all ends here.
So, if I tell a thing, you have to hadle it very carefully...

I know other countries are not the Heaven on Earth, but we always hear that in other countries things are not made only to calm down people. A school is safe, in another country, but you can't say the same in Italy; that's a sorta of theorem...
A statement, a fact...

And we see a lot of things made to work just for three months. Then they stop working, and nobody will fix them up. And we have to arrange an alternative solution.

I have been twice in London, and once in Malta, in Greece and in Berlin... But not enough time to say "I lived there". I don't know how they live there. I hear news from TV and I feel abhandoned again from people who should lead me.

It's easy to distract Italian people, you see.
Stupid and mud programs as realities are watched by a great number of Italians... I don't know why I should be amused by 5 almost naked spolied boys and girls who can't speak any proper language, shouting each other with only bad words. I'd appreciate them just if sometimes would appear a person, armed with a baseball bat, starting beating that crowd up! It would be very pleasant to me, indeed.

I think the fact is not only that important things are BORING, but also that Italian people knows that their words and opinion will fall in nowhere.
I write on facebook, on my.opera and in forums, but I know that out here, MY OPINION HAS NO VALUE.
Of course, any word I'd say would be a great sentence, if I add some money.

So, people prefer to have fun, to see naked girls, to believe stupid gossips about a 70 year old man, to watch bad programs with no qualities.

My Italian old friend-group used to speak about sex in a way that was clear they think that matter was as important as speaking about coffee.

Feelings are underestimated, covered in mud... even things you loved as a child. The same people who think that their childhood was the golden age, can put dirt meanings on anything they remember, because they don't want to show how much they feel homesick of those days.
Duble sense words are found in perfectly innocent texts.

I feel as they cover the David di Michelangelo in obscene Graffiti.
And they used to ask my why I was always angry: this is normal here.

They know art can be anything, so anything one do is obviously right.

They don't go any deeper in this matter, so, they think that even a chewed gum on a bench can be art, even if the chewer did not think there was a secret meaning in his/her gum.

They seem have no taste: anything you throw them is good to eat.

They feel they have the holy-sacred good right to break and ignore anything important...
I don't like it. I live here, and I don't feel calm. Never.

If this gum has a message, and the artist put it in his/her creation, well, I don't agree with it, bu it could be Ok.

I think any news outlet can't help me to have a good opininon and it can't help my voice to be heared. And I haven't got too many things to say, and no new things to show to the world.
I don't buy newspapers; I use old ones just to pick pictures up: I cut them, I store all, and I create my collages.
I watch TV news, just to not to be ignorant; if someone asks me who is Gheddafi, I can answer him. But that's all, I don't want to go any deeper.

Ah, so you met Dylan Dog!

I can escape reality reading comics and listening to classical music or 90s disco dance... But above all I invent charwacters, stories, DRAWINGS. A whole life, before all people had a computer in his house.
I started in the Commodore 64 era. It was already so bad for me, even if I could not explain why.

I think a book, a movie, a creation... anything that makes you enjoy yourself using your brain a bit, is good. Even a stupid comedy. A reality, for me, is an empty dish, or a dish full of plastic. Would you eat plastic? Don't you want better food?

I think I want better food, and I find it in myself.
It has been a miracle, last year, when I discovered I loved Berlioz's music and he himself: I could be so close to someone really existed!

My world is in these albums. There is not much out there. Not much out there I think it could be for me.

Maybe it seems I have a lot to say, but I mean that for me all I say is not so important; a part of me thinks that you should say something just if this word would change the world.
My words can't change the world, (and why they should do? Who the heck am I?), and this makes me sad. As I missed a goal...

I always believe in an old and very long-lasting in time opinion: I am not good in anything. I perfectly know that is not true, and... who in the world is the best in everything he/she does?

But that's how I feel; I feel I should make something I don't do. Classic Mom's wishes pojected on the daughter, mixed with too bad punishment and pains for suipid little things. I was the clumsy one, I saw in a different way I could not explain. All people surrounding me wanted to correct me, even in stupid things. Even NOW.

I don't understand, right now, how on Earth, why some things happened. I thought it was my fault, my fault anyway, even if I was just a child.

That's why I try to show the best I can, but I am always sure that I could do better, and I can't show it...

I have to choose my own way, at last, now that school is finish.

Dylan Dog is a horror comic, but not only. There are monsters, blood, cruel assassins, poor innocent cut in pieces... but it's also a moral comic: sometimes you feel closer to Vampire than to Humans. You feel you can understand the point of wiew of a Witch or a Troll.
Dylan Dog is vegan, he does not drink alchool (he was a great drinker, but he got out of it); he likes having tea, as any good English do.
He does not attack first, and calls Groucho to give him the gun. Even if he is the Nightmare Detective, he is also very logic. He sees fairies and devils, but he does not believe in them!
He has got a personal diary, and he writes on it with a long quill.
If you find it, you're prepared.

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