A Raposa / or grape 
Forcade pela fome, Raposa attempted apanhar uma de um cacho grape vine on a high, jumping with all his strength. How would reach it , he stood a moment She then used all his skill and trickery to achieve them, but eventually grew tired in vain, however unable. Finally he turned around and walked away disappointed comfort for himself and saying - Grapes are damaged and not ripe as I thought.
ESOP
cacho de Madres de la plaza, el pueblo les abrazo 
DEDICATO all'Argentina and quell che tutti i sleep stati della vittime dittatura.
I'll make a omenaje, for those who suffered during the years of dictatorship. happens that Berlusconi, president very ignorant and rude, was believed to be sympathetic treating the tragedy of Argentina as a joke. I have already shame as he is driving to my country, I'm sick of the lies, deception and bad wave transmitted to the other. But that was too much. Every Thursday in the Plaza de Mayo, mothers still come together as missing. Still waiting justice and truth about their children. Yet no one dares to talk and tell what really happened. criminals remain free, hiding by another name and another identity. Only looking for work very long, from time to time and never found the people there Escrache ago. No justice there escrache. The word was used since 1995 by human rights group HIJOS, in the time trial for crimes committed during the National Reorganization Process had been released by the pardon granted by Menem to describe the statements made in the lived near the place where the considered genocide, and by chants, music, painting, drama, a notice to the neighboring population living in the vicinity of a criminal. make 30 años. aun no se hizo justicia. IDIOT aun hay como Berlusconi, que se merecieran a escrache, que pasar a mercieran der noche (que serious enough to Explica) Aquella como de los desaparecidos for more
> Hurricane Lily small 
> At home, sometimes the brain stops 
> At this stage with my friend Pasquale Ruggiero 
> The work I enjoy 
> At the Naples game with a good wine sadness runs away! 
> Working with friends 
> My wine cellar ... 
achieved happiness for you on the edge of the blade. . 
Sometimes the light is quiet irragiungible. From the bottom of the black hole, the light is very far up there, kept at a distance by Affan. Conventional wisdom, never contemptible, the grandmother recited like a mantra "closes a door to open a door!" I these famous doors, yet I've never seen, but the door in the face I took several. Quiet, quiet longed .. but really exist or are to be like a mythological chimera and the Minotaur? And I, where I turn my weary eyes, inside or outside? a bit 'and a bit', would like a level playing field of my character, but now I can not explain how, with all the squalor and human misery that's out there, you can step on the flowers in the meadow. I reflect and I have to be careful not to do too much, not to become cynical.
omenaje a quien me mata 
you keep y Porque no
you
porque pienso porque la noche está de ojos ABIERTOS
porque la noche pasa y digo amor
because you come to pick your image
and are better than all your images
because you are beautiful from the foot to the soul because you are good from the soul to me
because you hide candy in pride
sweet little heart
armor because you're mine
because they're mine because I look and I die and worse die if you do not love
look if you do not
look because you always exist wherever
But there are better where you I
because your mouth is blood and you're cold
I have to love love love I have to but this wound hurt as two
but you look and you will not find and although night pass and I will have
and no.
