not know about you but when I began to glimpse the procession from a distance that rallies, banners, drums, I always five minutes of Mago.
But where are all these people usually do?
And not just because it's a beautiful day and makes a hot August: there are thousands of t-shirts worn in support for Emergency , there is the banquet that collects signatures against the privatization of water (and that end of the evening ran out of forms while there are still those waiting in line to sign), there are the partisans who have already sent to step in even before the cathedral door in Venice is to be realized that the parade started.
There are people who have clear ideas and that are felt.
's just that in the days any, to the supermarket, in the machinery that will support us as we turn into wasp, underground, these faces seem not to see them ever.
Today there were lots of families, many (but really many) children, immigrants, anzianissimi lively claiming the sacrosanct right to speak for those who have made this day possible and mute who would no doubt better to be silent .
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