He had that elegant stride, trembling on the road under his coat, some shitting and pissing on the ride then he would put his chin above your cloth. In that eye there was the flat, so mighty, peaceful, never-ending When recalling that overwhelming heat with one ear up and the other pending. To you, some valley’s talk was strain and deaf an ear you had to pretend Not having to reply: Je suis Africain! Cannot finish this way my Pordo Friend You take and go away, is this humane? I am not forgetting you until the end. Translation by PS Picture by MLMC
I never liked those who change side in Parliament, in some way betraying their voters, often just to continue receiving a generous salary.
But this time those who betrayed their voters are Renzi’s senators, who were elected in the list of the Democratic party.
Then, if there will be a group of parliamentarians ready to support the government, I will be happy.
Possibly avoiding the professional swoppers, but in time of crisis one cannot be (too much) difficult.
In a quite different context, Mr Renzi decided to go back to his characteristic disruptive attitude. Once again following the steps of his transatlantic accomplice.
In the middle of an epochal pandemia, he wants the Goverment to fall down with the only possible perspective to leave space to the more inadequate right ever seen in the Italian political arena.
It is clear to all that the criticism to the recovery plan or the reference to the MES are only a pretext.
Then he is not only disarranging the government but at the same time hindering a genuine critical debate on that crucial plan.
What a waste!
He had biten all members of the family, but we all forgave him as he was kind and graceful.