It’s five o’ clock and I walk through the empty streets. Thoughts fill my head but then still no one speaks to me. My mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by. It is so hard to believe that it’s me that I see in the window pane. It is so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be. It’s five o’ clock and I walk through the empty streets. The night is my friend and in him I find sympathy. And so I go back to the years that have past me by. It is so hard to believe that it’s me that I see in the window pane. It is so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be. It’s five o’ clock and I walk through the empty streets. The night is my friend and in him I find sympathy. And he gives me day gives me hope and a little dream too. gives me hope and a little dream too.
Abbiamo bisogno della “congiura dei poeti” che c’affranchi dalla distopia politico-economica, rimettendo al centro dell’attenzione la bellezza e la specie umana declinata nelle sue variegate forme!
#Draghi l´Italia é stata definitivamente messa sotto commissariamento dalla #troika bene! Ora avverrá l´atto finale iniziato da Lui con #prodi e #monti e cioé “tabula rasa”. Ben gli sta agl´Italiani, al Popolo Bue, crassamente ed arrogantemente ignorante che li ha messi al potere
Mi piacerebbe ascoltarlo proprio ora, ove il catto-comunismo radical-chic perbenista bonista delle casalinghe disperate nazi-femministe boldriniane and Co. ha definitivamente stuprato la lingua origine….
Distopia delle Masse Gestito da Romano De Leo 