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A gentlemen match
Between two teams and two groups of people who didn’t need to be aggressive but rather convinced of their possibilities. And that both got an opportunity to win. Without resorting to WAR.
The mean government
Then what we got is a government that wants to be known for its meanness. And not against the ‘strong powers’ : the banks, the financial world, the elite involved in corruption and not paying taxes. Or, in the international scene, the Putins, the Trumps, the Merkels. No, the government’s enemies are the poor people. Migrants, peddlers, petty thieves, gypsy, pubblic officials (in the low grades).
It is nothing new, but it is difficult to accept, though.
Problem is: will Italian people support the meanness approach?
At Binimel-la beach
And a new tweet
The new ties
Post-Art
A Big Man
Our first cocoa flowers
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
By WALT WHITMAN
Source: Leaves of Grass (David McKay, 1891)
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