GRAY, BLACK, A FEW COLOURED.
It is quite a long time since I first saw the doorman. From then on a whirl of clones has been with me on the roads to this day.
As a cloning it is much more advanced than that studied by scientists: you don't need any organic stuff to work as the trigger of genesis. This cloning takes place just by being part of the same... ecosystem.
With the passing of time, the doorman communicates differently.
Evidences we can find on newspapers, in the crime news: a few years ago people would rather use a screwdriver, today it's the gun.
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Over and beyond the current models, or countercurrent currents, I've tried to capsule some witnesses of bygone years.
(Watch out, Gerolama, what if he really is a swindler?)
The politicians' world is a nursery of shades, revitalizing for the supporters, anxiety-inducing for the opponents. For the center-left, Mr. Rutelli who, cleansed by the Jubilee, I feared would never again cast his shade.But then, there he is, blooming in the campaign of the Ulivo. On the first posters in circulation, the photo of the Ulivo representative is an extreme close-up that so squeezes him as to make him almost burst out the poster: that's Big Brother Rutelli's photograph. иии
(...in blow, blown in...)
Besides a Right and a Left, here in Italy we have the gift of obliqueness: Freemasons, gladius and then the USA and the Vatican.
To every Country its own religion. Ours is the Vatican, the same of the radio that drowns our favourite radio broadcasting or can be heard on the entryphone in some districts in Rome. In a somewhat similar way it gets into the Italian political life: at times soft like a far away echo, at others deafening or just like an interference.
Mr Rutelli might make us rejoice in something. Definitely, the Polo driver (leader?) won't keep us waiting and is laying the foundations to face the problem man to man not only as power of the broadcasting networks. Actually, on La Stampa dated nov. 15, 2000, you could read:
THE CAVALIERE: I HAVE HEALED A CRIPPLE.иии
I deem it necessary to offer you a picture for an unforeseen poster, perhaps a harbinger of future elections.
It's eleven vs eleven. In the First Division they are all of them myths, stars, idols. They belong to clubs that have big budgets and have the very same goal as any other society: making money. And make it at any price: players with fake passports are enough evidence of their brazen determination.
how to assess the idol's price? How to understand that the fifty million dollars the US Congress promised to Kostunica's Jugoslavia, ravaged by war, are more or less what just one of these idols will earn in one, two, three, say even four football seasons?
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