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Merda. Ovvero: Come puoi dire che l'accordo FIAT Mirafiori sia merda se non ne conosci il contenuto?

When it is proposed to agree the content is certainly important, but it is also important "how" is proposed.

If an agreement is the result of extortion, the content is meaningless, the agreement becomes a blackmail and blackmail is always shit.

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Scatoloni.


And maybe the secret is to get rid of something, or add something else. Perhaps the secret is to make room for all, that there has been, in what is, to what will happen, even what we would never come.
Perhaps the secret is to tidy up the thoughts, rather than between things. And among the people. Grants to each the right space. That is not too much, not too little. It 'just that they are comfortable. It is paramount that you're comfortable first. And among the shelves of
life, there are boxes made of eyes and mouths, and smells, and memories, which decided to keep in a dark corner, a little 'hidden, why not go for having to lay eyes too often. What will be the compartment: 'He could be and was not. "
And there are boxes made today, now, afferrabilissimo of this, instead you keep well exposed at hand.
And finally, there are boxes full of dreams and plans, and realities that are not yet sufficient, but more will appear. Boxes of tomorrow, a place on those shelves do not have it yet, but we will have it, some time between when the time comes.

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Sadness.


Carissima Befana, potresti, per favore, portarmi un po' di pietre nella calza, quest'anno? Vedi, ho inventato un nuovo gioco. Si chiama: "Prendi la mira e colpisci il bersaglio". Aggia cogliere nu poco e gent!! Poi, mi tornerebbe utile anche qualche macigno, una catapulta ( te ne sarà rimasta qualcuna in soffitta, no? Vanno bene anche quelle antiche, dei primi anni del Medioevo. Io non ho grossi vizi, mi accontento ), una fionda, un paio di frecce, e un fucile a canne mozze, se te ne avanzano.

Sempre affezionata, Antonia.


... ed ora mi infilo nel letto, mi tiro le coperte fin sopra la testa, a costo di rischiare il soffocamento, e spero che la tristezza di certi pensieri passi in fretta. Infondo, aveva ragione quella tipa quando diceva: "Domani è un altro giorno". Andrà meglio.