A friend bitter smile: "Do not get delusions, potentially we are all like him and his court: trumpet and make money, interested only in basic needs, the chakras low, to put it in the way of you who meditate and do yoga.
Yes, some dreams that bothered with a novel or go into a trance for a night of love under the stars exist as well, but the peel of bitter orange: peel thin, insignificant. "
Really? Indeed the majority of young people looks like that guy who makes his sister to slip in the bed of an elderly millionaire, "so we settle"? Truly the modern world is divided between fathers masters, willing to kill their daughters who dare to rebel, fathers and pimps that make you elbowing in the interception because "the others have gone before you, wake up."
I may be naive, but I still see around dignity, even in many poor an envelope of € 5000 might have dreamed of, but not in the bag they would like to find her daughter on those terms.
I see women and men full of vices, but do not envy the lifestyle of the revelers and dream of growing old with a loved one to the side and the music of Mozart in your ears.
And when, as Yesterday, some readers phoned the newspaper to report that a moon so orange is never checked into the hills and I'll get on the table collection of poems by a shy girl, then I think it's over.
that the skin of bitter orange is thicker than all the gas that is exploding around in a huge burp at all.
From: La Stampa 20:01:11
M. Gramelli
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