[sur-re-a -le]
(pl.-li )
(pl.-li )
A adj.
that exceeds the size of the real
Yet I feel that this adjective is no longer enough. I feel a couple of days, since I started reading by many, the comments Flack's victory at the Festival of Italian song. A first punch of surrealism when I read that "finally began the revolution in Italy", the second with listings in caps: "Comrades! Finally, a communist won the Festival. " The third blow, that the landslide and the landslide of every miserable certainty, when I found myself in front of the statement with pride: "He won Flack and I voted" as if it had participated in the battle, and he could tell who love that "he was."
But this was Saturday and even Sunday. Today is Monday, that revolution has been archived and is passed to the next: "All the streets March 12 in Rome to defend the Constitution." And if the revolution Sanremo I abstained, so that no RAI, and phone companies to steal a couple of euro, for the defense of the Constitution I will not. In fact, I refrained even when we were called a few years ago to vote in a referendum to truly defend the Constitution. We won, of course, but apparently now does not remember anyone, not even the government of criminals that at all costs wants to be free to preserve their mob abrogating our rights and duties.
the adjective can not surreal enough, we should coin a new word as likely to better the state of science fiction in comics which we live or vegetate. For example, we have again a civil war closer to home, but does not seem to be a problem for anyone but the minister says racism that worried. And Libya's occasionally a bit 'concerns has given to Italy. Since we forgot to have voted for various referendum is likely to also have forgotten all the times that Gaddafi has pointed missiles against Italy. But now is different, because the Interior Ministry are not afraid of the missiles that could reach, but illegal immigrants.
And much more surreal that the figures are shameful that Italy continues to make to the world whole. If the images had not been enough of that guy mo 'Mafia kiss of the hands of the Libyan colonel, or degrading statements about the wisdom of debauched Mubarak ahead of Europe met in Brussels, probably aiming to make amends for having dragged the name of one of the many scandals in Italian, today is the day of the most useless foreign minister that Italy has ever had. While Libya is in flames, and it is difficult to learn what the real number of people killed on the street, the minister Italiot also in Brussels, confirmed the loyal friendship between Italy and Libya agreed to the appalling statements by the son of Gaddafi, made yesterday in the TV Status Libyan. Working for peace and a new constitution. And the promise of war to the last man, woman and last up until the last bullet, "Italian" from there we can fuck. It is always best not to disturb a dictator who works, the important thing is that you can continue to refuse to allow migrants to do the dirty work to others. And then there's to be admired - because everything is surreal - the great sense of loyalty and friendship. Better stress also facing Europe immense gratitude to Gaddafi for sharing the practice of bunga bunga.
And now as they are immersed in science fiction, I am a bit 'lost art because it is not for me. Better to make an effort to return to reality. There are still many revolutions do, and I will decide soon whether to participate or abstain, as often happens to me - unfortunately - to do. Now, for example, do not really know whether to put the tricolor cockade of the chest on 17 March. I received the first calls that urge to be brave.
not really know if I dare so much.
Rita Pani (stateless defeat)
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