Forse, hanno paura di vincere
Giugno 11, 2017 19:31
4 ottobre 1936, dimostrazione antifascista a Londra
La verace, onesta, senatrice romana, Paola Taverna (M5S), giustamente, intravede trappole e polpette avvelenate nella generosità del duo Berlusconi-Renzi. Non rimuovendo che in realtà di un trio si tratta: Denis Verdini, trama e supporta i gattopardi partitocratici con l’abilità di sempre.
Far tornare in conti in campo elettorale è una scienza e non ci si improvvisa in questa disciplina. Non so che fine abbia fatto Peppino Calderisi ma, se fosse di giro, potrebbe confermarvi la mia affermazione.
In una situazione in cui le carenze della sinistra e del variegato mondo pentastellato hanno consentito ad uno come Silvio Berlusconi, certamente condannato come imprenditore /politico facilitato dalla Mafia in quanto il suo vero braccio destro, Marcello Dell’Utri, a sua volta è andato condannato definitivo proprio in quanto appartenente alla criminalità siciliana, di tornare centrale nel panorama, sia pur depresso, del dibattito politico italiano, la situazione…
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First Come First Serve
Giugno 11, 2017 19:30
No French translation for this expression needed; when I came back from a lunch break my bench in the shade was claimed by two ladies who had really settled in.
No harm done, as the drawing part was almost finished. I had to find another spot somewhere close by to apply the watercolours.
I Used to See Fireworks…
Giugno 11, 2017 19:29
When we were together
words were not enough
not to suffice, the expressions
the power of our being
the waning of time,
Her eyes glowed, reflecting
the fireworks colors
the burst of emotions
lighting up her night skies
fading to black
when she turned away
from me
She used to tell me
together, would we never be
the bursting of colors
the streamers of light,
reflected our time together
Her magnesium passion
burning brighter than I could see
her,
the afterglow of her fading smile
told me that our time, finite was
The sound of the explosions
fading in the background
the sound of the car engine
echoing her departure
I used to see fireworks
the colors burning brightly
lighting up our faces, our smiles
the time we spent together
our silhouettes, emblazoned against the wall
the act of making love, fading
Our love growing colder
brief as the time…
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In the Beginning
Giugno 11, 2017 19:28
I begged for mercy from the moon
and it gave me the stars to wish upon.
Now I turn to him…the keeper of rhymes and reason.
Humbled, I stand within your flower garden…
please grant me the gift to open the gate.
Oh how my chaste heart pounds against my chest…
here in this room for love and lovers.
All can see the shades of my passion,
the indigo haze that shields my wrecked demeanor.
I beg to be in the presence of my beloved…
to see only his face…to taste the words from his lips.
From the beginning I have sensed his presence.
I desire this one gesture, transform me to be his joy,
I beg for this…for love has given me no choice.
It is still early in the dawn of my existence,
let my soul sip the wine of his treasured cup…
all else has become a…
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