Madame G. I apologize for the delay, but a bodhisattva, moreover, is often the victim of reflections and meditations, as you know, steal a lot of time.
But what is time?
As the shadow of a dove flying, the weather changes and changes, but remains forever.
At least not until the dove stianta ground.
And then, the comics are like wine.
I bet you heavier "than old and most are good."
Wrong.
Comics inebriate, head injuries, causing hallucinations, stupor, incoherent laughter and tears pouring down.
And then, have a good flavor.
today's story tells of a Red Cross volunteer, sent in haste to Haiti after the earthquake.
disorientation, her only Italian volunteer in a foreign country and those in which nothing is left, if not the pain, the sound of shots to ward off looters, and the rubble.
Debris psychological and physical wreckage of cement, and thoughts of men.
But remember one thing.
To rebuild we must start from the ruins.
throw down everything, destroy the pillars rotten structures become decadent and seedy.
Why is useless to continue to build, if the foundation is not solid.
Sooner or later everything comes off.
It will be, then, the moment of revolution.
"Anarchy wears two faces, the creator and destroyer. Destructors are the empires fall, and make an outline of the debris because the creators can build a better world. Once you have this, the rubble ruins make other minor . Via the explosives, then! Via our destroyers! There is no place for them in our new world. But a toast to our attackers, our bastards, the less attractive the more unforgivable.
Let's drink to their health.
.. ... not to meet again "
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