Tattoos With Silver Ferns

That night ...

was the night of April 10. The afternoon had flown away soon, too soon. The first exit polls described a historic victory. 4, 5, 7, 10 percentage points. Large majority that allows the building of a strong government that will never be kept in check by the whims of someone. Then the numbers were gradually pitted the famous "gap" narrowed even more. It did not seem even possible. Okay the "burloneria" of Italians in front of the exit polls, but mistakes of 7 points is something unthinkable. So put the champagne in the fridge in a hurry the night had arrived. I remember the frenetic zapping in front of a fourteen inches. Mentone, Vespa, Faith. Faith No no. Faith was just too much. It 'was probably one of the more confusing nights of Italian politics. At one point there were two winners and no vanquished. The cake was perfectly divided in half in the House, a handful of votes would decide the award of the majority. In the Senate he was going even worse. The majority of the premium on a proposed regional victory (by either side) a couple of senators, even became the decisive votes of Italians abroad. Then with the Chamber is "allocated" to the center for only twenty-four thousand votes and the Senate, however, was briefly in the center (in favor of a Senator, but not counting the votes of Italians abroad), Vannino Chiti, the employee Press secretary of the Democrats of the Left announce a declaration of Piero Fassino. Those are second in front of me as if they are living now. Gray jacket, face that do not convey emotion, emphasis in Turin: "Based on data presented to us, we declare that the center-left won the election." Stop. Scajola shouted to the coup (exaggerated), while in Piazza Santi Apostoli broke the party. Prodi went on the yellow trucks and the "Popular Song" sounded in the sky of Rome. I remember the thrill of that moment. It 's done Professor. We have sent home. And the Senate? I say: okay that Italian politicians are not scientists, but if one makes a statement like that is because it is aware that the vote Italians abroad is beneficial. It was night now, but nobody wanted to admit defeat. Finally, I pressed the red button on the remote control. Good night. Certainly no one imagined what would happen in the days ahead. Claims of fraud. Recounts. Requests for government wide arrangements (the famous German model). But the Professor pulled straight on his way. But since the first stirrings of that government the whole of Italy knew what would be the fate of the executive: to live with the blackmail of one and the pain of lack of majority. Of course I was hoping we in this government. I autoconvinsi the maturity of our MPs. But, alas, a few days later ... The election of the President of the Senate, "Pizzini" under the name Francesco Marini (instead of Franco), the thousands of votes for the election of the Head of State. Then the presentation of the government team. Di Pietro, without the Ministry of Justice instead is assigned to Mastella. Here is Professor, the omelet is done. From that moment I stopped believing. In fact, the pardon came, came the surveys taken in De Magistiris and Clementina Forleo, arrived disciplinary actions against these judges of the CSM that do not bend to the will of the policy. So not worth the trouble to believe it. To hope that the time is good, start to see a country in disarray. Where there is no certainty, there is no law, no respect for the environment, there is no technology. Look, that night I hoped that the government had talked about these things. Environment, legality, certainty of punishment, work and technology. Today disappears everything I had dreamed that night. I see the absurd triumphalism "of the other party," I hear talk of putting in place what the center left in tatters, as if "they" had not been in government for five long years. I see the usual condemnation of always choosing the lesser evil. Now I do not know what will happen. Maybe there will bridge the government, changing the electoral law. Surely sooner or later there will be a new campaign, new surveys, new exit-poll and a new long night. But now, less than a miracle, there will be no more dreams of "That Night."

Ballet Shoe Cake Trace

Letter to Antoine Lavoisier

Dear Doctor,
is with great regret that I inform you this morning that: his studies have not had anything. Years and years of research, nights on the books in the laboratory have no meaning. Please remember Doctor? With that emphasis, with what emotion he asserted "Rien ne if I lose, if cree rien ne? Doctor had made a great discovery. Nothing is created nor destroyed. Everything in nature can not be eliminated, but only transformed. He ran the eighteenth century, today after more than two hundred years No one has yet figured out. I know Doctor, I'm causing a big disappointment. You, the only Liberal regret after being guillotined, must listen to these things. Unfortunately not. I am writing from Italy, where in recent times (about the year two thousand and eight runs) we have a "small" problem of waste. They must know that every Italian today produces 524 kg of waste per year that are a total of 30 million tonnes. In some parts of Italy you can not dispose of, is not the way to reduce them, people do not want landfills or huge swathes of land on which to throw the whole thing. So, the people who govern us, has a brilliant thought. He forgets his studies, his research, his "Rien ne if I lose, if cree rien ne" and what it does? Decides that the best solution is to burn the waste. According to them, Doctor, in this way the waste disappear. Still, I guarantee, his law is studied and restudied in all schools in the world. But these people just do not know. E 'burning all convinced that the problem is solved. Burn. Incineration. But their cunning is that they do not call "incinerator" that incinerates, but we sell this infernal machine as the "incinerator." The mass, Doctor, they not only destroy, it is used. Now you think I'm all his esteemed colleagues, chemists, physicists, engineers, real genes. No Doctor, is only people without scruples. Many of them also affected. Who live on state subsidies shameful, devoted to these cars that go against His law. Because his Law, dear Doctor, it is still very valid. No one has ever doubted. In fact, this mass becomes how. It turns into something called nanopolvere, a powder consisting of particles of 0.1 microns in diameter that goes into the air. It is breathed by all of us. It hurt nanopowders. They cause diseases that are called lung cancer, soft tissue sarcoma, lymphoma, cardiovascular disease. This cause. And these people do not realize it Doctor, simply because they know his law. Or maybe because it deliberately ignores it. I'm sorry give her sorrow so great Doctor. Brought to its attention that her studies are not taken into account by Governments in the world. I would cheer her up by saying that there is some glimmer of hope. There are many people that His law knows it well. And try alternative routes. Streets that are called Recycle, zero waste, chemical treatment. There are people, they yes, his colleagues, but especially doctors, scientists, who speak of the dangers of nanoparticles. The increase in mortality in areas near incinerators. Except that these people are not given a voice in the media closer to people. Television and newspapers. So they arrange on the Internet. I know Doctor, now I should explain what the television and about the internet. But I'll do it again.
I greet you with gratitude for having explained that if I lose it Rien, rien ne if Cree.

2 Month Old Choking On Phlegm

I n late, as the rest of my usual, but here I am. In 2008, almost 96 hours of life and are here to take a ride cards. The beauty of internet is this one. From a remote corner of Italy can I send greetings to the whole world. And then proceed ...
Happy New Year Mr Prodi, that 2008 be the year of revelation for you. The year he finally realizes that this country has an appalling unemployment, a huge number of temporary workers, a level of technology 20 years behind by the world. What I'm paying the monthly pension that someone who collects 60 years older than me, but no one is paying me.
Dott.Berlusconi Happy New Year, best wishes to you also knows that this is not a good year when you finally realize that its position in parliament is at least of place. Speaking of legality, justice, judiciary, you and the United States of America could not make even the janitor or the postman. The year in which the persecution will stop talking to you and to your business and realize that if indeed there was a persecution (or at least the application of the Act) at this time sentence would have some more and some less prescription, and would perhaps up to two television networks, as the third deals with the Barna illegally in the ruling of the European Court.
Holiness Happy New Year, Happy New Year to you and Happy New Year Cardinal Bagnasco and Ruini. May the Good Lord be with you in your job as pastors of souls and leaders of the Church. But to help you finally understand that, and only that, it's your job. The Italian state is a secular state as enshrined in the Constitution. That the policy is made in parliament (unfortunately) and that the Church can not interfere in the life and laws of the State, as well as the state does not interfere in the life of the Church. None has ever asked you, Holy Father, the priests to marry, and no one ever asked you, Your Eminence, to pressure because the priests guilty of pedophilia were excommunicated.
Dott.Veltroni Happy New Year. 2008 will be the year of the Democratic Party. With the hope that is not the usual movie seen and reviewed. I would not have believed from the beginning, I hope, I hope as a citizen of this country, having to think again.
Happy New Year President Bush. A few more months (maybe too much) and will be part of it. Then President, please, throw away the box of Risk, Call of Duty video games and DVDs of Full Metal Jacket. Bring your grandchildren to the park to the stadium to watch the Super Ball, go with his wife to the theater and film. No longer do you think the war President. Happy New Year
Gino Strada, a sincere wish to you. Paradoxically, I would hope that it is your last year of work, because it would mean that all wars are over. But unfortunately I know that your retirement is still years away. I fervently hope.
Happy New Year Dr. Dr. Forleo and De Magistris (although I would call you Louis and Clementine), would that in 2008 you could get back your survey and you could continue your great work. I know it is utopia, but at the beginning of the year is allowed to dream.
Beppe Happy New Year, for 2008, still full of battles to fight and kick your ass to pull. Not give up.
Happy New Year Mark, last reporter left. May your words strike again once the Bond, Cuffaro, the Dell'Utri and all representatives of the dirty side of the country.
Happy New Year Old Lady, in less than 6 months what will be a dream, perhaps utopian, but it's worth believing.
And finally ... Happy New Year to someone who also in 2008 that there will be. You have been silenced forever. We will never know who did it or at least do not say never. You'll be up there to complete the process of peace that you wanted to ride in that tormented land. Happy New Year Benazir.