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Censorship, a ashamed of our country.

In recent days, turned up a video of facebbok Gabanelli, opening to an episode of Report, in which it said its about what is now commonly known by all (brobabilmente also by the authors) "Gag Law". The GABANELLI dwelt mainly on the fact that filming can only be done by professional journalists, not by publicists. Since many programs of investigation, including reports, using the cooperation of their publicists for most services and outdoor movies, in fact this would make impossible the continuation of many programs of investigation and more. In fact, thanks to the grievances of GABANELLI in the Senate passage of the law was extended to the possibility of making movies, also a freelance journalist. For this video of Gabanelli, when they began to circulate on Facebook could be considered in a sense "expired". So I decided not to share. Today, however, known (and not just me) that this video has disappeared from FB. Censorship? Probably. It becomes unbearable. No matter what he says the video (still acceptable though dated) is unbearable and it is shameful that someone, no matter who, what for me is to decide what to read and what to watch. I decide to republish it, and after cercatu on youtube, I notice that the link for sharing on FB does not work, probably as a result of this operation of censorship. Since hack the pc for a while, and I move with some ease, I can reload the video on FB, this time not as a link to YouTube, but one of my personal videos. With prayer to share. As resist?

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Yesterday morning, I unfortunately had to decline, due to the short time available, the call of the Orcs that I had proposed a very interesting route to the refuge Vaccera ... among other things I've seen photos of Pino ... beautiful as always!

are unable to sit still in the company of Gary, we looked back in the opposite direction, a beautiful part of the Alpine Marathon, held last April 18.

Departure at 5 from Valdellatore, we went to Our Lady of the Low, then the summit of Mt Arpone, descent to the Col del Lys, Portia Hill and back again to Valdellatorre.

now I'm taking a little 'confidence with my Leki poles, which I bought not long ago on the advice of good Steu.

This picture, sorry for the bandana, it's the other day in one of the first releases with sticks ...

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time lost. The other sky

Sorry.

Meanwhile, life goes on
with the incessant beat of the heart,
with the shouting in the background in the world.

love for open spaces,
the intimacy of a small hole.

How can I leave all this?
How can I?

never regret, and lost time.

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I would like to have you in my dreams
short hair and intelligent eyes
spoken dissolved and a great culture
to tell me in bed I would love

to have you in my dreams
with blue eyes and blond hair
pervaded by a great shyness
with the body that vibrates when you touch you I wish I could have


to you in my dreams I know you well with your day
and your dark curly ochhi

to touch your exuberance and cheerful laughter and loud

I wish I could have my dreams
black skin and kinky hair
white lips and white teeth and the smell of wood
unexplored

I wish I could have my dreams
with green eyes and red hair
white skin and full of dots
as the stars of a big sky fake
where to look for my zodiac sign

But in my dreams there are
I'm not worthy, not even to watch you approach

if I sleep or if I'm awake and daydreaming

But one day, sooner or later you meet him, not sure of
know if in a dream or in real life
and my eyes blue as the sky
may reflect the different sky.

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We are ruled by an infant

Thirty-one years, married for four, his mother, sitting in front of the chair fighting the daily battle to feed the baby.
Pastina.
Stelline for exactness.
For the child is one of many moments of the day of contact and play with my mom. For the mother as well. But if he stopped doing "brrrrrrr .." spraying the topping on all sides, it would not hurt. For every morsel that comes into port, down the compliments. "Bravo Silviuccio eating the pasta! Bravo, bravo, bravo." Imagine if the mother is looking at the stars stuck to the chair, the face of bambno, to his face.
A dinner for her husband, noodles.
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Her husband now is great, eats with education, while almost automatically unrolls the television news. And when his wife points out that a star has been attached to the chin, levandola, thanked his wife. With
Silviuccio not. Indeed, once the mother, exasperated, told with his voice slightly more consistent "Enough!" All hell broke loose. Sound and fury. "Bad Mother. You ugly, I am good. I am good."
Silviuccio need compliments to grow. No notes and criticism. Indeed, as soon as possible, make a law to silence those who complimented him instead of stopping to look at those four stars stuck to the chair, the face of her mother, to her face.