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Little Goddess

I will never forget your face as a child,

those sweet eyes in ecstasy as lost, and that gesture

move fast in her hair, as I

I can look and feel your scent is intoxicating.

I see like flashes in my "confused thoughts"

light penetrating the window and caress your forms.

're there in front of me, but

not hear your words!

And I project in the green fields and feel the scent of roses.

Little Goddess

my muse on this night of demons and knights,

your memory gives me strength!

me to lock me clutching my gun,

trying to stop the noise that surrounds me, from afar

sounds of bagpipes.

Awake old dragon,

friend of many battles,

it's time to fight again,

launch the war cry

and threw me against the enemy brandishing my double ax.

Tonight we dance on their corpses

and toast in their skulls, or we

unmarked graves?

fight for you Little Goddess

and if tomorrow I will not see the sun

succumbing in battle,

I will be happy to die with the memory of your smile in your eyes!

's time to go, sister

Come with death,

moon lights my way, wind portal

friend my hand, Axe

calms my anger,

is time to act!



Tonight we'll be heroes or unmarked graves?

Remember me ...

... and my spirit will live forever!

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06/11/2010 Tolfa

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Sometimes the line between right and duty becomes very thin, almost like the bristles of a brush. The logic would dictate that I, honest and respectful citizen, because they pay taxes and a range of services, has the right not to see the walls defaced with graffiti and the front door of my house. But, you know, logic is not of this world and curb delinquency (Let's stop calling it art) and more complicated than it seems.
that happens then the whole city, the learned and the fat Bologna, weapons of paint, turpentine, and brushes and start cleaning up what others have soiled. E 'of 1 November (All Saints, and holidays) the news that a couple of parents in Bologna (four children, and with perhaps the most pressing needs to clean up graffiti on the walls), tired of seeing smeared in the parish house, you are armed, at their own expense, of means and good will, and have restored honor to the facade of the church of Santa Maria della Pietà in Via San Vitale. It 's just one of many examples of people or groups (before their Il Resto del Carlino, Ascom, Emil Bank etc. etc.) that are put into play to protect a city they love and who do not want to see scarred. Why? For love, public spirit and respect come first and your ground when you feel really, you're willing to put slightly from side to prevail over the rights and duties. Some of the most beautiful and characteristic of this city, especially in the university area, are unrecognizable. Cara Bologna, I remember it was, with this flavor of youth, with the musicians come and go with your walls intact and clean streets. Without the urine of stragglers or indefinite color of shame. About bivouac between the university road is probably the same people who write on the walls? Alas, I fear not. Vagrancy and crime do not always coincide. It would be a combination too easy, even ridiculous. Art is very subjective, and sometimes blurred boundaries broad, but can not be defined as art that leads to the absolute illegality. The most beautiful design in the world has no value on monuments, streets, palaces, but it is pure and simple destruction. Perhaps writers should devote to areas regulated ad hoc, but probably not even this would be the solution. The public spirit must be taught from an early age. As you cross the street and how that road should be respected and maintained. Everyone is free. To what does not infringe the freedom of others.