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Kosovo is American

"Kosovo is Serbia" slogan is one of the key to any political statement in Belgrade and meeting Serbia's diaspora around the world. The Orthodox monasteries throughout the country seem to demonstrate this point of view. "Kosovo is Albanian territory", is the response of the majority of 1.9 million people who live in this area. The their proof seems to be based on the amount of simple ethnic majority, which - incidentally - not necessarily has to do with one state. "Kosovo is European," is the declaration of the Brussels authorities, which underline the fact that Kosovo is part of the 'Eurozone' and is under surveillance of the EU. Historically, Serbs, ethnic Albanians, the periphery of Europe economically. Yes and no. However, geopolitics, Kosovo is the United States.
On July 22, 2010, 10 out of 14 judges of the International Court of Justice (ICJ) in The Hague have approved the declaration of independence of Kosovo as compatible with the rules of international law. Independence was declared on February 17 2008 by an "Assembly of Kosovo" in the parliament in Pristina. The statement dell'ICJ hath been limited to the proclamation of independence and does not address the legality of secession. This is a minor contradiction. A more serious contradiction is that the Kosovo Assembly in the parliament at the time was (and still is) not formally representing Kosovo in the international arena. UN Resolution 1244 of 1999, which indicated a "Special Representative of the Secretary-General as the official representative of the province, which is defined as an integral part of Yugoslavia and Serbia respectively. To put it precisely: The parliament of Kosovo was not authorized to represent Kosovo on the international scene. Under international law, no body had asked for legal independence. In its press release of the International Court of Justice, you can read the legality of the 'Assembly of Kosovo, which declared its independence: "At this point, the Court concludes that the authors of the declaration of independence ... not acted as one of the Provisional Institutions of Self Government in the constitutional framework, but rather as people who have acted in their capacity as representatives of the people of Kosovo, outside the framework of the interim administration (..) The authors of the Declaration ' independence were not bound by the framework of the established powers to govern (...)". Pertanto, la Corte Internazionale di Giustizia, "rileva che la dichiarazione d'indipendenza non ha violato il quadro costituzionale". In altre parole: poiché l'organismo che ha dichiarato la propria indipendenza non si compone di rappresentanti legali del Kosovo, le norme del diritto internazionale non erano state violate. Questa è una grave contraddizione.
La Corte internazionale di giustizia con il suo verdetto, di fatto segue la posizione degli Stati Uniti e della maggior parte degli stati UE. L'alleanza occidentale aveva già provato, prima della dichiarazione di indipendenza, di attuare una cosiddetto "indipendenza sotto sorveglianza" delle Nazioni Unite. Il piano Ahtisaari è stato liquidato dalla Russia (e dal Sud Africa). Così Washington, Paris, London and Berlin, have developed this plan without a UN mandate.
De jure, UN Resolution 1244, is still valid. Kosovo is therefore part of Serbia and the UN administration officially a neutral status. The use
all'ICJ raises the question of the independence of the state at international level. And it was Serbia that has requested it. So Belgrade can not simply ignore the verdict of the ICJ. Repeat the slogan "Kosovo is Serbia" will not help to overcome his defensive position. Not to mention the Serbian refusal to take into account the reality in Kosovo. 90% of the population is not prepared to accept the Serbian national emblems. This fact can not be ignored. Translated by Alessandro Lattanzio



Hannes Hofbauer Strategic Culture Foundation, 8/24/2010

Kosovo is American

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E 'fall and the sky is still blue even though the valley of the Po, which throws up all that crap greyness of mist and varied that you can cut, tap and everything. E 'and blue sky at the end so are me, why do you want hot or because I'm wearing the blazer, black as pitch, gives me enough. Just quell'abbastanza which is neither good nor bad. E 'enough. Day of sharp colors, red bike, blue cars, moods blacks, vibrant colors for teenagers' backpacks that come from above. We step in half like Moses and I do not slam a cock of their joy after the Cold War because me and my bike fly giù da viale allegri che sembriamo due magrebini in fuga dalla polizia, il vento in faccia che sembra prendermi a sberle per tutte le stronzate che ho fatto, l’asfalto che mi segue anche lui a rotta di collo e poi bum, ferma lì, cazzo di freni che non funzionano, il semaforo è rosso e ci sì ferma ad aspettare il via. Puzza di motori diesel vecchi come me prodotti dai crucchi, quelli dell’ovest, quelli senza baffi e con i bei vestiti made in occidente, quelli che ascoltavano bowie e tutto il resto della ciurma, kraftwerk compresi. Puzza di vecchie e di naftalina, che poi sono un pò la stessa cosa, vecchi con le pillole nelle tasche dei trench che vorrei averli io dei trench così da girarci in centro e andare a fare l’aperitivo the mess, stuff all that "radical chic" look at me and say 'look at that guy in the trench that Madonna will be going to London to take toh "and instead, I still laugh," I stole from an old, shithead, spritz you finish that then you go in the ass. " Robe crazy traffic lights, if you think about that stuff as you go you are also shivering. The man has a green, he walks toward my direction and go down the way of Villon and the rich people, the bourgeoisie of Reggio Emilia, good people, people who always vote left, preferably in the center, better Catholic, preferably rich and if it's a profession at the club to boast of channels. There is also the train today, bars are down and it seems almost time to go to sleep, they are so slow, eyelids of modern civilization, gears turning mushy and inertia that they broke the balls to stay in there to rot and to wait for the next provincial cyan cyan reggio reggio . Bella this train story, really beautiful, and watch it now seems that the prince emanuele in Sanremo, train rotten if you see it you do not give a penny to that one, but where you want to go that is fine if you get to cavriago. And stopped by Lenin that he gives you advice. Always.

And then when you feel the smell of corpse makes you want to become a vegetarian and all menate there for macrobiotic alternative to, people to be pulped together before swine we eat here in Emilia kg, the pigs that you see out here and they all seem happy to do their honest work, eat and die. Stuff we do that then they just laugh, laugh because they watch them all happy there, really. Lora will be for the sex life. It stinks of corpses, I pull up the hill from the keffiyeh bought in Pakistan with a mustache, this keffiyeh pure stuff, the stuff of freedom fighter of the Palestinian people, stuff you can not buy me the H & even at Benetton.

I put the path to throttle, when someone on the other side, oh okay, now we are out of there, away from the old balls that here are the arctic from sheffield who are riding with me, But I'll still take you home I'll still take you home, you go by subway, slalom between the syringes to those who were twenty years ago, and so on Crostolo. Look there, on the right, a small hill above the urge to lie down and stop thinking about anything, from sunbathing on the hill, stay there by the hand to count the chemtrails all fucking day. Too bad it under the ring road, just below, always afraid that I've got some chips come down from there, or what I know, even a car. A machine head, sbam, I become like Donnie Darko, parallel universes and all those things, there except maybe the ass to everyone and then .. okay. It should be higher, however, this fucking bridge. Climb, climb that I look around the marshes of '98, I go up on the pedals, fake tales of san francisco echo through the room, strips flying away, away, I go to the pink jersey, I'm not going to stop anyone, the last corner, the last few yards, the last meters AROUND AND 'ITS, the ride is' HIS. People comes to hand, stops me, hugs me, pats on the back, great brand, and I with great sadness in my heart that I just hope to die as soon as possible because I can not do more here in this merdaio.

The lunatics are all in today, lunch from superfine broom, you eat the noodles with the sauce, I the urge to stop after a victory, that of a rather nice gpm Crostolo, to stay dry. Wine sauce and noodles. Latest curves, the last curve and then home, a few other good afternoon but we are there we get, I slam down the door and destination, I slam down the gate and arrival. Stop there, there is to go beyond, it is to pass the school occupied Maruga, stuff that the priest does not want and even the beautiful people of Cavazzoli, these rats stink here, do not make a cock from morning to night these proceedings. From tot to put away the cost. Pass with confidence, leaving the Beatles, the four boys who went to fight in the end no one knows why, or history of money was Yoko Ono. I hate it that there is, I'm fucking radical chic of you who have ruined John. The bike goes, a guy stops fucking face is, I'm so ugly? Time to shave, time to change shoes bum me a headache dog, stuff that breaks your head, fuck with people screaming but the iPod is still, thanks steve, steve, thanks, jai jai garu garu deva deva om fuck you asshole screams, jai garu deva oom, nothing's gonna change my world, nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world.

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Monsters Prologue - Review and thoughts

I'm trying to sort the ideas that left me, engaged, given Monsters, film director Gareth Edwards, who has gone splendidly, but the thought to the future. His way of occupying the movie set, in this case the world has come to my mind through a series of distorted images. I imagine him as a high-tech creature imbued with a spirituality and a cult of crazy work almost obsessive. Why is a director, yes, but basically he was responsible for everything that is "image" in this film. It 'a painter of the big screen in the true sense of the word, much more than all the other directors.

The plot
This is the most boring and useless (maybe) and arrive to the point very quickly, by copying and pasting (but also translating) the plot that you can find on IMDb.

Six years after an alien invasion as a cynical journalist (Andrew Kaulder) agrees to escort an American tourist (Samantha Wynden) through the infected area to reach the Mexican border and then return to the United States.

way to go
Al films were associated with different genres, sci-fi, drama, thriller and even horror. I think the gender system is something totally gone, but listening to the past, I naturally call this film a "road movie" old school with some characteristics that may be compared to the trends mentioned above. All this is, again, the past (and useless). As we shall see later this feature is absolutely useless to enclose in a corral and no fences are built to be exceeded.

"I'm not married, I'm engaged" "There's no difference"
It's never easy to deal with the theme of love in a violent without risultatre pathetic and obvious. Usually there are two ways of acting. O celebrates the eternal love, or celebrating the love of the two ephemeral protoganisti, the two characters that we perceive on the screen. I think it fits here instead a kind of interplay between characters of the two protagonists and their actions. Samantha betray her boyfriend remained on the couch, Andrew cry on the phone with his son on his birthday. The roles were reversed, the eternal love is on the side of the "bad", ephemeral love is celebrated by the "pure" Samantha. Other thoughts? The love in this film is never either on top or, paradoxically, in the background. Alternate situations, they play each other, intersecting planes as well not exist, or pituttosto as if they were made of air. The love is there but not seen, but you see there. Attention. It is the love celebrated the many boring comedies or other products for children / teenagers / adults. It 's a much more mature love, as the figure of Kaulder cynical, realistic, sometimes even unsettling. It 's a real love, however.

Edwards surprising then bringing out a sentimental side in even the pitiless alien creatures. The two aliens are in love as the two humans, perhaps more of the same human beings. Their tentacles are intertwined, their top is almost closer to paint a human kiss. But how? Two ruthless creatures who love one another? As I said before the fences are made to be overcome, the cliché film to be finally destroyed. And even Hitler loved his dog to the madness.

Apocalisse rimandata e ora sperata
Il pensiero apocalittico nel mondo cinema segue date, eventi e contesti ben precisi. Non è un caso infatti che a partire dagli anni ’60 si sono moltiplicati i film in cui l’umanità intera era soggetta ad una minaccia devastante e apparentemente inarrestabile. Se guardiamo al di là del grande schermo possiamo scorgere due funghi atomici, le due guerre mondiali, l’olocausto e un perenne stato di drole de guerre che avrebbe potuto sfociare in pochi attimi nella fine eterna. “Arrivano i nostri!”, battuta da western ma concetto valido anche per il cinema fantascentifico. L’apocalisse era sistematicamente rimandata dalle forze del bene che, grazie to individual heroes and powerful and technologically advanced war machine, we were able to defeat hordes of ravenous monsters and aliens. The film thus became one of the many tools of propaganda, a bullet fired at the large body of Soviet sleeping right across the Pacific. And if it was not propaganda, there was still confidence in humanity able to mobilize against the war, able to create and dream.

Now there is no good. We are the fucking bad guys (everyone), who no longer believe in anything and you are starting to quick and casual destruction. It almost seems that today's young filmmakers have decided to meet in a big film where they sabbath yell, curse and talk in favor of the extraterrestrial savior. Will they succeed?

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human stupidity (U.S. in particular), is the backdrop to the whole affair. The great overview of the "wall" built by the Americans is based on the weight of an ancient structure, maybe Maya, perhaps Azteca. Certainly indigenous. He builds large works (Samantha talks about the 7 wonders) and has built great works. In the past, however, served to unite, to build, to instill fear, to protect themselves. Today the walls are constructed to isolate. Do not build a wall has nothing compared to the power of modern weapons, concrete comparison of the gun Atomic has the consistency of straw. So it matters little if its uselessness is obvious. What matters is the media impact, the defense of the poor, who wants to come to your country (not necessarily to harm), since different from the one who speaks a language I do not understand or maybe you studied in school but the bench is hot and the cold outside. The references are clear. The Israeli wall, the policy adopted by some states of the American Federation to stop the South Central American immigrants. Here we are. But then these are useful walls in the film? No. The aliens go, even the aliens invade the United States, the aliens take the ground, destroying and forcing people to flee their homes. E ' l’oggi. A cosa serve un muro di cemento armato quando abbiamo tentacoli in grado di arrivare in tutto il mondo?

Budget
La riflessione sul budget è d’obbligo. Il film è stato girato con la bellezza di 15000$ e credo che di questo vada tenuto conto. Spendere tanti denari è utile al film in se? Non stiamo forse concedendo troppo spazio alle leggi del mercato per sacrificare la creatività e l’idea (in definitiva l’arte)? E’ davvero necessario spendere centinaia di milioni di euro in campagne pubblicitarie, hype, gadget, spazi virtuali e cartacei giusto per far entrare più gente in sala? La creatività e la bravura di un regista non sono forse più utili? Non is more appropriate to value these virtues? Edwards tells us that too.

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Serbian Hooligans? Clear the field of misunderstandings Kosovo

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Serbian Hooligans ? Clear the field of misunderstandings

Accidents caused by elements that display symbols and slogans "ultranationalist Serbs, both in Belgrade on 10 October (demonstration against the" gay pride "held at the same time) last night in Genoa October 12 (in during the match Italy-Serbia, which therefore could not be exercised) contribute to aggravating the already negative image that has been stuck on Serbia and the Serbs in the last 20 years.

Even Senate Speaker Renato Schifani said: "What happened yesterday at the stadium in Genoa (...) shows the worst face of a Europe still too often crossed by the violence of those who reject civility, dignity, respect for the person. " (1) It does not take a particular fancy to associate that "face the worst" for Serbia and the Serbs, thus giving a whole people (ethnicity? Race?) The rejection of superior "civilization" of Schifani. This line arises explicitly Association revanchist Istrian-Dalmatian exiles, the headline of "insanity Serbian and connects the stadium violence to" the hatred of the Balkan matrix "that would have been the victims" of the Italian community "during the anti-Fascist Resistance. (2)

In fact, many in Italy at this time we are satisfied to be connected, in good or bad faith but improperly, the violence of "hooligans" by the alleged cruelty of the Yugoslav partisans, with little word summarized in code " sinkholes. Therefore, before considering the merits of the question, "Serbian hooligans," you must clear the field from the first and most painful mistake: the two arguments - that of "sinkholes" and the "hooligans" - there is no collegamento possibile se non quello dettato dal ben noto sillogismo razzista italiano, per cui slavi = barbari = infoibatori. (3)

Si pone tuttavia certamente la questione di quale significato dare, in termini sociali e politici, a questo fenomeno degli "hooligans serbi". Chi osserva le cose in superficie nota che gli "hooligans" agitano la questione del Kosovo - con striscioni, slogan, e richiami al 1389, anno della battaglia di Campo dei Merli. La questione è tuttavia sollevata in termini meramente "etnici" ("il Kosovo è serbo e non è albanese"), in maniera del tutto incongruente e contraddittoria dal punto di vista storico-politico. Infatti chi abbia voglia di informarsi e conoscere un po' di storia di quella regione find that a completely Albanization Kosovo - as is once again today - the project was made during World War II, right of fascism and Nazism. (4) So from a historical point of view-firm political, raise the issue of Kosovo in Serbia is not without its contradictions to what those who profess to Nazis and Fascists and / or Chetnik.

course, require rigorous ideological and historical and political of the "hooligans" may be a claim too. But the right which is currently in power in Serbia this request should be made, or not?

This is indeed a problem that certainly exists. With the anti-Yugoslav coup, of which just recently celebrated its tenth anniversary, came to power in Serbia is a ruling class not only ultra-liberal and ally of the IMF, NATO and the EU: to take power were also the direct inheritors of that tradition Chetniks oscillating between loyalty to the national integrity and loyalty to their mentors and foreign masters. The attitude of the Chetniks that time is no different from that of the Chetniks today (I mean real ones, the former Minister Vuk Draskovic on, and not the "hooligans"): Today, as then, the collaborators have agreed to the foreign occupier rendering of Yugoslavia and the secession of Montenegro and Kosovo (5) just as he was gloating symbols between reactionary and nostalgic historical revisionism anti-partisan e sciovinismo anti-islamico. (6)

Certamente, negli stadi e nelle piazze l'estremismo teppista trova anche alimento nei settori sociali sconfitti, delusi ed impoveriti dagli eventi balcanici degli ultimi 20 anni - inclusi ovviamente i profughi dallo stesso Kosovo. Ma non ci sembra questa la componente determinante, quanto piuttosto quella costituita dai numerosissimi provocatori infiltrati dai "servizi di sicurezza" che esistono in tutte le tifoserie, calcistiche o meno, e svolgono un ruolo ben preciso e prevedibile. (7)

Quale potrebbe essere la strategia provocatoria in questo caso? Ci sono almeno due funzioni "utili" che questi "hooligans" stanno svolgendo.

Innanzitutto, gli incidenti non sono affatto "Destabilizing" to the Serbian government. Conversely, with them the same question of the Kosovo issue is relegated to "public order" and finally buried - along with the Kosovo Serbs, who are now refugees or prisoners, or in the "Bantustans" in the province.

The only possible destabilization of Genoa that accidents can cause is that the relationship between Berlusconi and Tadic, whose scheduled meeting these days, at a bilateral summit, had already been postponed. But if this is all about, that is, an international strategy (the U.S.) to expel Serbia from the "friendly" countries while continuing to isolate it, then you should also have the courage to speak openly, but in Serbia especially in Italy, where there are not know to do is profess contempt for our neighbors of Yugoslavia - of all nationalities.

for CNJ's Fund, the Board of Directors October 13, 2010

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do not need the image, just the presence, heavy, deep-rooted, strong and nasty. The bird appears here as a way of making continuous change, layering, color uncertainty, evidence destruction techniques, screwdrivers and hammers.
Nightmare for several nights, the canvas was standing there like a Indian Dreamcatcher, a bulwark against the spread, with the back of my mind.

Everything was laid on the canvas. The rain in August, the July sun, the tears, fists, fear, color, thin hair and my hand cattle.

Time is dilated, unnecessary time, empty. Several days have settled without a trace. A few minutes have instead given the action that led to the reaction of the canvas.

Pokemon Shower Curtain

Wonder chameleon

From everything seems more beautiful.
It 'too easy to appreciate something from a position that allows us to speak and not be judged, that gives us a chance to see everything but hear anything that gives us incredible horizons and loneliness that everyone is used to search the Saturday afternoon .

I made the opposite choice. I threw in middle of the road in the middle of a meadow full of insects, in a rain forest where the storm the night before had not finished telling his stories.
So you happen to see four elders sitting in front of a bar talking about games in the afternoon and the race of the day, drink the last drops of coffee that most cafes that seems dirty sugar in coffee, the face of diabetes and heart disease that usually affects people of a certain age. One compound, raise the deck, the other deals three cards each to the other four, another blasphemy last leans back in his chair saying nothing, apparently satisfied, but in reality dissatisfaction with those three fucking cards. The game starts, the first game of a long afternoon yet.
A lady gets out his black sedan, tinted windows, rims high, accompanies your child on the left side of a church. The mother greets distracted and go back regardless of some words that come from the mouth of his son. He's already thinking about the parking lot where you will find in ten minutes with her lover, an entrepreneur from a nearby city with a black sedan, tinted windows and rims high. The child's father would go to take two hours later, directly from another parking lot where it was consuming a different story for their family album.
A bald guy, a student of facoltà di ingegneria, arriva veloce spingendo sui pedali con tutta la forza che gli è rimasta dalla sera prima. La sua mente è proiettata già alla sera che lo stava attendendo, alle ragazze che avrebbe abbordato, alle ragazze che gli avrebbero detto “no” e a quelle che avrebbero detto “si”. Non aveva un piano ma aveva voglia. Bastava.
Quattro compagni di classe sono appoggiati con tutto il peso del loro corpo, della loro cultura e della loro età, ad un cancello di una antica casa dell’alta borghesia cittadina. Parlano della giornata scolastica, non hanno voglia di tornare alle loro case, alle loro monotone vite da minorenni di buona famiglia, cercano svago nelle loro parole lievemente anarcopunk, leggermente nihilistic, surely inspired by listening to some good music now passed (outdated).
A young carer from a country of the former Soviet Union tests its new bike bought a few days before at a shopping mall Coop. He never had a bike in his former communist country. E 'awkward, the risk of falling, falling, laughing, gets up and continues the ride that will take her somewhere.
A group of girls dressed in purple and black screams for a tree-lined street, a thousand hormones already thinking about what the evening will give them. The trick from dowdy provincial hookers gives them a few more years, would appear larger in order to buy a pack of Marlboro light to share. A bit like they do with the kids.
That evening some of them fuck for the umpteenth time.
someone else lose virginity hard-won.
A gentleman, a lawyer by day, avid poker player the night, stopped at the traffic light, take out the Sun 24 hours and read the editorial in a well-known "American". Nothing new. Nothing else. The world spins around in the same way from sixty-five. The light turns green, do not realize it, someone from behind honks and blasphemy. He swears, he throws the newspaper on the passenger seat and throws his powerful car in the avenue in front.
Some nomadic families trying to land il lunario vendendo divertimento analogico a bambini maleducati. Chi si diverte a saltare in un castello di gomma colorato, chi si dedica al bigliardino, chi a colpire barattoli di latta con pistole ad aria compressa. Qualche genitore mugugna, qualcuno urla, altri colpiscono i figli con sonori ceffoni.
Una ragazza magrissima corre in un parco per perdere quei chili che non ha, ascolta musica dal suo lettore mp3 bianco, perlato, griffato Dolce&Gabbana. Le sue scarpe percuotono l’asfalto con violenza, cerca di aumentare il ritmo ma dopo pochi metri è troppo stanca. Si ferma e vomita quello che ha mangiato a pranzo.
Una scritta sul muro di un cavalcavia si prende gioco dei professionisti della corsa. “Corri stronzo!”. Qualche sera prima tre regazzi erano arrivati sotto quel cavalcavia armati di bombolette nere. Avevano un concerto poco dopo.
Una coppia di giovani genitori coccola il figlio nel passeggino. Il padre racconta storie improbabili su aeroplani, navi da guerra e paracadutisti. Il figlio non sa ancora parlare. La madre sorride, scherza col padre, i due si dimenticano di essere genitori e deludono gli occhi del figlio che rimane lì ad osservarli.
Un uomo, serio e composto, vestito di nero, cammina lentamente lungo il viale ghiaiato. Pensa al suo fallimento matrimoniale, ai soldi spesi malamente per la (ex)moglie, alle noiose vacanze che lo hanno reso ogni anno più povero, alla sere passate sul divano o in qualche locale di periferia ad ubriacarsi. He stops along the River. Would you take the plunge. There are too many passers-by and decided to postpone until a later date.
A bridge, or rather, what is left of it, tells her story. I guess my age, most courageous and determined to me, face death to sap the courage and hope to return home to other kids. Part of the structure lying in the bed of the river, in memory of those times and those guys.
A handful of people make the group in front of the Town Hall. They speak of their work. They are all dressed in black. It 's a wedding or a funeral? I do not find differences and go on.
Three Native Americans, perhaps Sioux, Cherokee, perhaps, followed by a musical and arpeggio with two flutes of Pan and an ocarina. Another asks for money to the many spectators. Some people are intrigued by the music, some laughs, touched the listener, who thinks their view, lead taken by the vulgar of Europe. Who goes beyond looking for the dress for the evening. A slightly delayed
lady asks for a cigarette a couple of young people. The lights and after a long breath begins to sing "If you chiamassiiiii. In his left hand has three yellow flowers. Think of her husband who died thirty years before.
A boy is sitting at the bus stop. It touches all the time sunglasses, pulls out his phone and is reflected in the black screen. Do you think it is beautiful but not too intelligent but not too much, sensual but not too much. Do not think bad things are at the bottom, but maybe. He decides to go to the barber. He rises. The station is lost behind his every footstep. A bus

I overtake on the left, is full of people and bags, words and thoughts. At that moment, everything seems to go in slow motion, slow motion along a few seconds which makes my rides are slow and heavy. The tram goes away so easily, look at the clock and the watch runs normal whiskers. Mark seconds. One, two, three. Count to three hundred and I'm here. On this sheet.