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WITHOUT EXCEPTION

WITHOUT EXCEPTION

Hello Julian, are outraged as you are ..... I am in school, "Pisacane" I taught children not to strangers but to their parents. I was part of a team of elementary school teachers, mandated by the administrator, to help foreigners understand the adults in the Italian language ....... Every Friday morning after accompanying their children in the classrooms, parents of different ethnic groups went to me for their Italian lessons .... It 'was the most formative experience, the integration of a thousand meetings which I attended! On other days of the week I went to another establishment to perform this delicate task Roman ....

The memory of the many faces of humanity incredible, vast knowledge of some of my "students" special (many were university graduates) have also influenced the decision to major in Education, with a thesis on the problems of " migrants "or specifically the" journey "in its value of" migration "..... I wanted to take my testimony and solidarity to all the initiatives that you are always at the forefront in defense of immigrants I can not forget when the "others" we were ....

What Kind Of Bow Was Used Blade Trinity

When all this is over ....

We have not really touched the bottom, otherwise we would give us a wake up .....
when will the relentless propaganda, the twisting of the truth of daily events ...
foggy when the veil will dissolve .... So what will our eyes?
We are still too well in our warm, comfortable, reassuring indifference ..... by realizing that the small amount of excrement every day we propinano .... we came to addiction. Poor those who still have some gasp of dignity and protest to not get bogged down in the mud ..... I'm talking about everyday heroes, like the mayor of Pollica, killed because he wanted to do some 'cleaning ..... got tired of the stench nauseating and just doing his duty, he said no, I'm ...... But who cares? Does it matter to these four villains who are plotting to go or not to vote for this or that vane to turn? The people are fed up ..... want to know how you tease? Go into any public school and you will realize how much falsity are able ...... A country that does not invest in children ............. has no future!

Mysore Mallige Blufilm

.... the thick stone-throwing dell'ingiuria .....

Confessions of a thug Yesenin

All men can not sing
And not everyone is given an apple to fall
how, toward the feet of others.
This is the biggest bully ever confession
What can confide.
should I wear my disheveled head,
oil lamp over my shoulder.
I like to lighten the darkness
The bare autumn of your souls;
It pleases me that I fly against
The stones of injury, belching
hail storm.
Only the strongest hold in your hands
The wavy hair of my bubble.
is beneficial then to remember the raucous
alder and erbeggiante pond,
And I live somewhere
Father and mother, not caring at all
of my poems, and they are expensive
As the field and the flesh, and What a fine rain that
spring wheat is soft green.
For every cry you I would be thrown with pitchforks
in Scanno.
Poor, poor, my countrymen!
Sure you're not beautiful now,
And fear God, and the bowels of the swamps.
stationmasters least

your child in Russia is among the greatest poets!
not froze my heart to you for him, barefoot in puddles
autumn?
Now he is turning in a top hat and carrying
patent leather shoes.
But he lives in the primitive impression of the Monell
countryside. Each cow
portrayed
Above the banner of butchery
Bows from afar.
and meeting place in the drivers
Remember the smell of manure on the fields,
First, as a bridal train,
to hold the horses' tails.
I love the country. I love my country!
Despite the sadness of his rusty willow.
I am pleasing to the pigs grunted soiled,
And in the silence of the night the voice of Argentina toads. Tender memories of childhood ill

dream the fog and damp of the evening of April.
How to warm up to the stake of dawn curled maple
hath been ours.
Ah, salendone branches
how many eggs I've stolen from nests for crows!
is always the same, with the green top?
is an important time as the bark?
And you, beloved, faithful dog
pied! Squeaky
and blind You got that year, and dragging
go to the court the tail hanging, snuff
Col oblivious of doors and stable. How grateful
returns that mischief: When
a crust of bread pilfered
To my mom, biting alternately disgusted
Without any one of the other.
have remained the same, with all my heart.
eyes face flower
Similar to cornflowers between rye.
Mats golden verses of unrolling,
I will talk to you dearly.
Good night! good night to you all! The dawn has already
sickle tinnitus
Among the grass in the twilight.
tonight I want to piss with rain
From my window over the moon!
Blue light, blue light as well! In both blue
also does not hurt to die.
And I do not care to look like a cynical
With the lantern attached to the butt!
My old, good and exhausted Pegasus
I need your own soft trot? I
, strict teacher, I have come to celebrate
mice and sing.
The August of my head which wine is poured
hair in a storm.
I want to be sailing towards the yellow
country where we go to sea

Yesenin's poem, becomes
"Confessions of a rogue" Angelo Branduardi
wonderful song ......

I want to dedicate to those who love poetry ...