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Foggia. 150 years in Italy.

Dear friends Foggia,
In this day of celebration, a pervading sense of belonging and sharing my heart.
We feel this strongly scented homeland.
Only together, with strength and national solidarity, we can hope for a better future. The singularity can not do anything but integrated in a project of united Italy. It is not demagoguery, and reality.
Foggia, a city of Italy, is proudly associated with this great national celebration.
Italy our wishes!

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The words of love, than no, I can just tell you.

Long live Italy, eh?

What then, if you think about it, Italy does not exist. Some Italian, that, yes, but still are too few to form a people. Because the strain is not uniform, because the Italians are true in France or America and have become strangers.

The Italians speak a thousand languages, the Italians do not understand. And those who understand they do not act with unity of purpose.

What unit for you? Having an official language, a common religion, a defined area to call home and be willing to die for it, but I'd rather you were all deserters who are defended by the usurpers of citizenship they call Italian.

Resistance already. Resistance of the manifestations of rampant gooders March 17, Resistance seen as the hypocrisy of defending people who sing the anthem and vote for the Northern League.

Basically, Padania does not exist. On 17 March, no, no. Why all eyes are focused elsewhere and it is real only what is objectively visible, tangible space.

not celebrate Trieste, Bolzano did not celebrate, do not celebrate the precarious, not celebrating the unemployed. Do not celebrate those whose future neighbor is obviously gone to fuck off.

It celebrates the birthday of the people, not land and buildings. And 'the clarity of all to have been lost on the road.

Today I waste. And since I'm not going to take up his nose while the others will celebrate more fun. St. Patrick for example, or Baudelaire, or this relative truth, which I will not attempt to impose or to make an absolute.

But I'm sorry, the words of love, than no, I can just tell you.

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Rather than "ecological islands", a mirage! There is no way

Notro loved Dante in Canto V of the Inferno: " incominican Or the mournful notes .

few days ago, after a very challenging slalom among the hundreds of holes Foggia, I stopped near two disconsolate bins, to observe the reported in photography. Let me be clear, it is only a small number of images of a larger mess. The sadness comes over me, and the solitude of that briefly abandoned refrigerator on a warm sidewalk fills my heart. Foggia, but it is possible that among us there are still people who go in mind, in 2011, to dispose of waste in this manner technology? not mean anything WEEE stand for? Waste Electrical and Electronic type R1, R2, R3, R4 and R5. What does it mean? That there are "spots" specially dedicated to the storage of these types of waste for disposal in accordance with the law. Go to the website http://www.cdcraee.it/GetPage.pub_do?id=402881ae2015686d012018e07445003f and discover the collection center in Foggia devoted to this activity. As you heard? I'm sure of it. But sinceriamoci everyone to know. This awareness campaign should start from the Municipality, which is to share with the people of Foggia which then has to take responsibility. I have read in this regard, beautiful items, of which I enclose the link, where you can draw important lessons. And here we return to the title "Do not islands, but mirage "!!!!!

The "ecological islands", as opposed to the collection points for WEEE, are " small containers in which, using a 'special ID card, you can put trash bags containing plastic, glass or paper; benefit both the environment and, above all, of the portfolio, because you only pay what gives the island. A simple, convenient and fast but still little known and little used. In short, in fact, know that to receive a magnetic card, instructions for 'use on ecological islands in the area and take advantage of savings on TA.RSU . , just visit the 'waste AMICA company, located in the South Avenue in Foggia, Monday to Friday from 9.00 to 13.00, having the tax code and fill out a form provided by the owner' s apartment (ecological islands, these unknown - Mark Bonn). A wonderful initiative, but rather unknown. In my opinion, also slightly below Dimensions compared to the huge amount of plastic waste and the like. However, it is an important sign of good will of the Foggia.

friends, I appeal to your common sense. Not these islands ditruggiamo ecologiche.con vandalism. Are a useful means to improve our city. We spread the culture of "clean", seeking to limit the havoc that I showed you in foto.Chi benificia it, we will, Foggia.

try to be active.

observing a person who behaves like in the picture, andiamogli meeting and smiling "What do you do? I have a better solution for your problem. If you do so, your other, even diventarà our problem. "

http://www.amicafoggia.it/article/view/23/1/11
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Certain images will remain as scars inside. Come together for you and they stay there. And you're living, pretending that I have never been hurt or touched by the events, without thinking about what could be and, thankfully, was not. Burn like salt, some time ... In those dark moments of sadness where you cry and you do not know that. They come suddenly, with their burden of silence. Because maybe that was the only time you had fear, the real one, what makes you think that you could lose. And lose it all. That fear makes you blood run cold and you choke the breath. And see her in the eyes of those who now cry, even if you have the presumption think that is the same. Some feelings do not spend more, certain sounds and silences and tears and the fears you carry around forever. Thinking it is a moment. A fraction of a second. Stop. Immutable. Eternal.

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E 'futile reach, are useless smoke signals Irish and barbecues and rum to slap the inhibitions on the couches that turn into lise hospital bed on Sunday morning.

make me laugh when you do that when I bring out the sentimental side I swallow, but then you vomit on him. It makes me laugh for two hundred thirty-six km Brondi when my distances are more than three times two hundred thirty-six km. Why

seem to me that we are the type of people who always puts in the most unlikely in future without the city, projects unlikely. We have those problems exist, the reasons forced the rationality necessary and devastating. I am the one that burns the hair to hell as he tries to light a cigarette. 're The one that digs into my idiosyncrasies and it brings out the best and I studied his lips and whispers my name, to remind me who is there with me.

I that the number of sleepless nights in the bus, the pages were less than that of the hallucinating nights of thoughts passed from adolescence to dissect, deny that. And think about what we became, and amazingly, because I did not think there were other people besides me wonderfully interesting. Damned away from passers-by.

Because I do not know if we will be back so close, I'm not sure that we will not lose orgasms on the street, do not betray us with illusions of Friday evening. I did not steal ideas, do not make me tremble.

human remains that I would just like when we met, that there we lost behind the conventions and social protocols of the couples on the street.

That is not as easy as the other times that the words I take to the hair to potertele write, I fear you mistake me for a woman who are not.

You are the first that I built, six the same as first imagined, are the first for many situations that I have no desire to recall.

Meanwhile, fill the pages of Countdown, inflazionali values \u200b\u200bof the thoughts that we are dedicated.

Meanwhile deny connections, as if we would meet anyway, because we are too similar to think that we would not be able to enter the same pub, sit at the same table.

Please drowns in the lake of my eyes and drink my words.

Although not return.

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Foggia hole

Walking through the streets of Foggia, in these days of rain, we felt the torment of being behind the wheel of our car with the constant fear of falling into a hole and damage as well, cover and damper unit. But have you seen how many holes have been raised in Foggia pavimentezione road?

Hundreds.

Here, in the pictures I wanted to bring, for example, you can see that these holes are tricky, some of which are in the vicinity of United Hospitals, with a high risk of producing severe damage to ambulances. A vulgar appeal to the municipal administration of Foggia, to achieve lasting and urgent maintenance work, avoiding to apply "patches" ineffective and short lived. To say nothing of the feasibility of this massacre cycles or motocili . Very difficult and dangerous, I would say .

It 's very sad to take note of this situation, I really like some Balkan countries less developed than us. All this should make us reflect on as the city is managed and governed. Friends Foggia, destiamoci from this slumber.

really deserve better than that!!

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now.

Where were your eyes

and who looked

when my bright and disillusioned

hated him and the world together

the point where merging

resentment and pity

and 'solitary experience comes

to console the heart

detector

whispers that will not return to consciousness.

Where were your hands

she clutched desperately

breast and heart

while I screamed

do not go

and she screamed

you do not go.

us where we were

hours defeated and inconsolable

that we look from afar

and smile together

the past, and undaunted

is behind us and we miss.

Where was your body young,

where was mine?

Who kissed

the freshness of our beds

in the coldness of those nights

that will not die

who can not return.

Inside the body of one who loved

and who I let go ...

Unknown as shadows

chase us from the bottom of our youth

to remind the new day

that the world is big

and flower meadows

and our eyelids

are no longer lowered

to look at the ground

but look straight in the face

sorrow at

war,

to this life.