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The law of Bunga-Bunga

Stefano Cucchi, Federico Aldrovandi, Aldo Bianzino and many others who will remain anonymous belong to the ranks of people who every day suffer the abuses of the judicial system is not always the height of a civil and democratic country. All of them have been waiting and waiting in vain to get help when they are oppressed even unto death. Invoke the intervention of a relative, a friend, a lawyer who does not. The family of Stephen

knocked a thousand times at the gates of the prison health care arm in order to meet their loved one, which no one knew how to say them. He had heard from him only when he was already dead, murdered by beatings and neglect.

's cell phone rang Federico a thousand times in the "dawn of death" of September 25, 2005. His mother tried to locate him but no one answered while he was thrown on a road face down, with two agents back up to choke him.

The teenage son of Aldo called thousands of times the name of the father arrested for two plants of hemp planted in the garden. Not heard from again until they brought him in a coffin, a few days later.

imagine the nausea of \u200b\u200bthe family of Stephen, Federico and Aldo in the face of an unbiased news for the minor thigh long, caught stealing and taken to the police station, things have gone very differently, thanks to the timely intervention of the Prime Minister of government. Wonder why, after all? His good heart led him irresistibly to help (people) unfortunate, as long as young and handsome.

Who would have thought then? A magic word as if by magic opens the doors of police stations in the beautiful country, the chains on their feet as they fall miraculously in St. Peter's imprisonment in Jerusalem, and we are sent free as a bird in the sky of spring.
If necessary, therefore, do not lose heart: try using a-Bunga Bunga. It really works, at least in some cases. It is the law of BungaBunga and we are long since the banana republic.

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There is a heart worthy of compassion. Do not forget your














We have compassion in our hearts. It is an exhortation or a warning, perhaps, first of all to myself. We can have because it is the cornerstone of being on this earth. It is the primary rhythm that unites us all, beyond ideological boundaries and fences: rich and poor, educated and ignorant, near and far. For the heart, we are only men and women only. And we can be gradually sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, friends and girlfriends.

It's just a muscle, just a muscle that opens and closes, capable of autonomous contraction. But without it we would not. There would be no trace of what we are, ie our awareness of being. No sign of our lack of intelligence or acute or our alleged ability or passion, which is filled with stories of the living. Because there is not even the imprint of the other body that is home to the same person, of ourselves: the brain. So more and fragile, it could not continue more than three minutes without the heart to pump oxygen and nutrients there.

Not to mention that between the brain and heart there is a big difference. The first fact, if the walk, passing through were very heterogeneous. So in Sleep able to concentrate and entertainment, receiving and sending a multitude of diverse stimuli and responses, the most different. Has certainly not to be bored: can experience the awareness of pain and on the other hand darkest amounts reach the heights of happiness, in a kaleidoscope of incredible emotional nuances. And then the brain rests, especially in the activity in sleep and dreaming. The heart no. The heart never sleeps. It is the worker on the assembly line, no room for imagination, no recreational opportunities. Only a being perpetually at work. No distraction, no rest required nor desired. It requires caring and compassion. Learning to listen. Talk to him. Shall we have a compassionate heart.

We have pity on our hearts. Is still said in optative sense: we can have compassion.
A heart that sometimes beat strong for fear of not succeeding or despair to see that someone else could not take it. A heart that has always had to deal with the deepest part of ourselves, so often chained to our self-imposed demands of perfection, that daughters are always the ones that are maybe not even that rained down from the outside without noticing. We

compassion of our heart, any heart is. Abbiamone pity, because every day is doing its best to get by. Why is the athlete holding the baton and diligently performs his stretch of the road, before giving way to another. Because only a small link in the long chain of hearts that have gone before us and who will come after us.

As the hearts of the land of our father and our mother, whoever they were or are that one day away now they were not afraid to meet in the fullness of their mere flesh. What little there was in that original heartbeat or a lot of awareness that there were weaknesses and inadequacies, what counts in the huge book of life? We would, however, we would still be born. And we are gathered here to thank or curse of having a heart. However, we would know the taste of sweet and bitter things could be said to exist.

For our heart, in fact, that is pure machine, we also thought, conscience and spirit. In
us - irrevocably called into existence, torn from some kind of abyss of non-being - breathe the breath of life. It will inspire, from world to world and from life to life, the way you do not know, from that moment he saw the first amniotic systole and early diastole. Since then and forever.

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Bepi Zac - 14/10/2010

another round another race ...
equipped trail Bepi Zac
San Pellegrino pass

unfortunately due to time

we only half way ..

Next September we will return to retrace these places
full of history!

http://www.brezzadimonte.com/bepizac.htm

Msds Patricia Nimocks

A man came from afar - Amedeo Minghi

Tribute to Pope John Paul II by Amy Grant. A man came from afar , sung in 1995 at the Vatican in the presence of His Holiness.

Text - A man who came from afar

Men came from far away.
's eyes the memory
wheat fields.
The wind of Auschwitz in my heart,
and meanwhile he wrote love poems.
Love, who comes from the heart of man,
for any other man.
Man came from far away.

pain and clutching a book in hand. Someone shot

that day I cried and I: The
but the whole world stood alongside.
That day, the world has found the heart,
the truth does not die.
A MAN THAT PART dressed in white.
FOR MANY COUNTRIES DO NOT SEEM TIRED
BUT NEVER IN HIS EYES deep sorrow:
SEE THE OTHER WAY OF THE WORLD,
THE WAR AND THE PEOPLE THAT CHANGE YOUR HEART.
THE TRUTH THAT DIE.
(CHORUS) "Go, sweet Big Man Go, go
speaks of Liberty."
Go where war, famine and poverty have also killed
dignity.
Go to this and remember my heart ...
(CHORUS) "Go and recalls in this heart of mine ..." What is Cain
.. me too.
From the East came the first blast of the trumpet:
the world stops,
something is changing!
A nation cries
"We want God
freedom is a gift of His only"

You open arms and encourage their children to be brothers.
(CHORUS) "Go, go sweet ..
Go Big Man, speaks of Liberty."
Go, where the man has only to sister
leprosy and flies on his lips.
Go, and recalls in this heart of mine,
(Chorus) "Go and recalls in this heart of mine ..." ... What are
Cain I also ....
... Cain is well .... I

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Gran Sasso - Monte Brancastello mt 2385 - 02/10/2010

Tasferta Roman
to know new friends
Mountain forum.

http://www.brezzadimonte.com/brancastello.htm

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Stefano

Tomorrow night in Lecco remembers Stefano Cucchi, a year from 'murder in prison.

not forget, because it does not happen again. Maybe a friend, a brother, a son.

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Salveregina

When people start looking around and does not know which way to turn ... When
yawn and check the hours ... When
rather than keep quiet and try to listen ...
When the arguments are so lame ...
When the tone is so honeyed to give the nausea ...
When should remind you that you are talking to adults ...
When the look of reckoning vacillates between cautious and resentful
... When the carrots are now finished and already whirling his stick ...
when pairing with a smile every thought like a salmon going upstream ...
When the glass ceiling prevents any true exchange of ideas ...
When the politburo in full force without a word from the stage greets the parade ... When the host
of "yes men" can not wait to parade and cheer up some ...
When torticollis is by dint of having to nod
... When faith becomes an ideology and authority also mythologized
... When the Most Holy Trinity Insurance Agency
life ... When the Holy Spirit is a cardboard mask to wear opposite ... if the wind blows And a
salveregina heals everything, like aspirin ...

Then I would be listening to living elsewhere
flow tenacious, and indomitable
high,
far more wise and free, simple life

straight and true.

***

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Every year, November 2, there is the custom for the dead

go to the Cemetery. Everyone should do this present

ago Chesta crianza;

each adda tene this thought.

Every year, exactly on this day,

of this sad and unhappy,

I go there too, and adorned with flowers

the grave stone 'and zi' Vicenza.

m'è year 'happened' navventura ...

after having completed the sad tribute.

Madonna! penzo there is, and that fear!,

but little 'curaggio veneers and anemia.

'O is made following, listen to me:

approaching closure of ll'ora:

I, Volume Volume, I was leaving

throwing a look at some graves.

"Here sleeps in peace, the noble lord Marquis

Rovigo and Belluno

brave hero with a thousand companies

died May 11 del'31"

'Logo with' a Curona 'ncoppa all ...

... under 'cross made' and bulbs;

three clubs' roses with 'national list' and mourning

Candles, candles and six candles.

Very Next 'a grave' this lord

nce was 'n' ata tomb piccerella,

was abandoned without a flower;

pe 'sign only' na Crucell.

E ncoppa 'cross as soon as you ligga:

"Esposito Gennaro - dustman"

, looking at ppena me was

study muorto without even nu bright!

This is the life! 'NCAP me Penzano ...

who had so much and who has not had anything!

Stu poor man expecting

about while at the other munno was beggar?

While daydreaming students penziero,

had ggià made nearly mezanotte,

and i'rimanette 'nchiuso prisoner,

muorto' and fear ... nnanze 'candles.

Everything 'nu Suddenly what' in the distance?

Two shadows coming 'on my part ...

thought: "This made me mme seems strange ...

Stong Sceta ... I sleep, or is it fantasy?

not fantasy, it was 'or Marquess:

c'o' Tubb, 'a sweet and c'o' coat;

chill'ato apriesso a isso a bad thing;

all stinking and cu 'nascopa Mman.

and chill certainly don Gennaro ...

'omuorto puveriello ...' or scupatore.

'Int' to study whether the 'nun ce Veco clear

so' and if muorto chest'ora to retire?

Putevano is' 'to me almost' nu palm

quanno 'or if fermaje Marquis' and bang, and

s'avota Volume Volume .. calmly,

dicette Don Gennaro: "Young !

I want to know from you, vile bastard, how dare

and how dare you

to bury you, to my shame,

next to me who are noble!

Caste is caste and it should be, respected,

You lost the sense and moderation;

your corpse had to be, interred;

but buried in the trash!

I can not suffer

your stinky,

ago

of end, then, you're a ditch

among your peers, among your people "

" Mr. Marquis , nun is my fault,

i'nun v'avesse fact chistu tuorto;

my wife was in ffa 'is nonsense,

the' What could make 'if I was dead?

It was alive I would make you cuntento,

seize 'a casciulella cu' and qquatt'osse

proper mo, obbj'...' nd'a study mumento

mme it dint trasesse n'ata to grave ".

" What aspects, filthy miscreated,

that my wrath reaches the surplus?

If I had not been a titled

I already get angry! "

" Let me see ..- take this violence ...

'In truth, Marché, mme so' Scuccato

'and you feel it and you lose' to patience, forget about

mme so 'muorto and I'll beat you! ...

But who Crida to be ... nu ddio?

Cca DINT, 'you really want leaders, the same? ...

... Dead are you and dead I 'am;

each comme to' na'ato is as such ".

" filthy pig! ... How dare you

compare thee I Could frame birthplace

illustrious nobles and perfect

that rivals Royal Princes? ".

" You here 'Christmas ... Pasca and Ppifania!

T''o really want 'to put' NCAP ... 'int'a brains

that staje still sick and' fantasy? ...

'A Death' or ssaje ched''e? ... Is a spirit level.

'Nu rre,' nu maggistrato, 'nu grand'ommo,

trasenno study canciello did have compiled point

which has the perzo all' to life and well 'or Nomme:

you nu t' he did it again chistu cunto?

So, listen to ssenti ... nun fa''o Restivo,

suppuorteme near-that you 'MOUNT?

Sti ppagliacciate 'and ffanno Sulo' and lives:

nuje simmo series ... we belong to death! "

Antonio de Curtis

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