Too often I have flown and I threw darts toward the trash TV that corrupts our minds and making them slaves accustomed to just nod passively, but this time I was not able to stand up and applaud, tore his clothes in front of this setting (perhaps second only to the discovery of penicillin) and thank fate for having made me stand between a dull spot of pads and flying idiots who draw circles in the desert and then making me watch all this .
was about time that someone was thinking seriously about improving the lives of our increasingly forgotten and abandoned anziani.Dimenticati, at best, in front of the TV, while all flowing, revelers smiled without realizing it (to be party animals) (and that everything flows). And surrender, when it's bad, and shipped in a nursing home between the children too busy weekend in the mountains and pilates at the gym to lose time for the almost extinct.
was about time after all their suffering, these people relegated by society after a life work (?), Having to survive on 500 euro per month, these people forget that created beings, raised, educated and fed, they people forced to derision for alms bestowed with a nice card from the government of doing, these people eventually return to life.
Now these dead eyes from the light of life, these hearts that beat there is only inertia but that would sound whenever the date for the upcoming weight, finding a pattern, one more reason, the life force that will drag them with you. And all this thanks to Prex . which has now finally found space in the kennels, and perhaps on those Mediaset Rai, floods like manna from heaven for our loved ones happiness.
"Think of your mother and grandmother who finds herself all day alone in the house while you're taking all your activities would feel less alone with the friendly voice of the rosary digital prex"
"the digital rosary and 'the ideal inseparable friend the friend who will pray with you, the Virgin Mary. "
words he wanted to write De Andrè, words with which I conclude my writing, with the legacy of tears coming down my face, making him bald.
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