Any word on massacre Flotilla is troppo.Non words I feel like these days, even though I know perfectly well that they serve. We need to know about. For conoscere.La word has a tremendous potential, but can be silenced with equal ease. It depends on the man who uses it and who receives it. But at this point, who is man? Who we are if we let everything go always for the worse?
Our friend D. from London writes: "I read the boy beaten to Rome, again going to beat them and kill gay pure.L 'homophobia there' everywhere, even in countries like this seem so civil and open. I, too, and 'success he was beaten, Via Vittorio Emanuele in Como, Friday 9 February 1990, I remember it like it was yesterday: the emergency room at night and 10 days home from work, morning after complaint against persons unknown ......... .... I'm sure they beat me 'cause gay, had no other reason to do so and certainly did nothing to provoke them, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. "
At this time the words, mine and all are just talk. Chiacchiere to explain the passivity with which we record the news worse.
Sunday evening arrived in San surprise, my friend from Naples. Just one day to be together and share the discontent of those who struggle to find a decent job. For a year he and his wife have left Naples to Rome, hoping for something better, a future less precarious, but things are not going as hoped. Talk, always just talk.
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