I could, I would withdraw to Terlingua.
Among the rugged mountains on the border of Texas with Mexico, on the side of Big Ben. In a caravan, mobile home or any ruin.
With a computer and a reserve of birre.Nei around those desolate mounds of stones to cover the remains of disparate desperate: Mexican miners killed by mercury, silicotic, scourged by the English ex-combatants and veterans of Korea and Vietnam brought there to die from some kind of undertow of life.
A bottle of whiskey for the long journey and a few cents (which no one dreams to take). Or any of countless gosth-town swarming in the folds of the great country. However, far from here. For a long time. Forever.
From tragic levity Delbono's resignation, by the senseless and meaningless affair will be very difficult to come out. We are not unlimited. There are no more remaining resources, biological, psychological, moral and again in '99 valsero a uscire dal buco dove s'era cascati.
C'è inadeguatezza umana, prima che politica. Politica prima che di programma. Programmatica prima che gestionale.
Actually Terlingua is here, but is not that clear blue sky, those dark nights, those fiery sunsets and sunrises as mystical, to testify that you exist. The PD should start over. Easy to say. Do you see his head, and missing parts.
Zani had to accept the challenge of '99.
Cofferati Edward should not have been generated.
Caronna was to avoid marry in Europe.
De Maria on the type of phone.
And a lot of other people stop looking for a job. Even I, wretch naive, I would not have been more sparing of words, numbers, analysis, collections of useless tomes? If, if, if ... Maybe it would be salvato il Pd dall'infanticidio. Se si ripate, è chiaro, lo si può fare solo dalle cose ultime.
Cicli lunghi, grandi progetti. Rifondazioni. Ma - età a parte - come possiamo addattarci all'idea che sia proprio una così stupida ed ordinaria inadeguatezza umana a rimetterci in marcia ?
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