The Crow tribe

Still on the fiaba. Mengwees Tribe l’.estinzione is from nostra…. (blog grotesque) the fiabe serves to the mathematics like mathematical the servants to the fiabe. They serve to the poetry, music, all’.utopia, all’.impegno political: insomma, all’.uomo entire, and not only to the fantasticatore. They serve prorpio why, in appearance, they do not serve to nothing: like the poetry and music, like the theatre and the sport (if they do not become a transaction). In order to change it, men created to you are necessary, that they know to use their imagination. Of men created to you, s’.intende, he goes in tries also this society, for fine its. The Cropley writes candid, in its book. Thanks many: “.Cercansi persons creative”. why the world remains com’.è. Nossignore: we develop instead the creativity of all, why the world changes. That fantastic fantasticatore (to which I must “.la maturità”. of my fantastic passion) of Gianni Rodari, Grammar of the fantasy - Einaudi. L’.avvenire appears to me full of greater possibilities of those that we caught a glimpse for the past. The passion, l’.esperienza and the same errors of my combatant generation can to illuminate of a way little. (City of Mexico, 1942 - February 1943)”. - these are, as an example, l’.apertura and the end of “.Memorie of a rivoluzionario”. of Victor Serge (1890-1947)…. the fable of lepre and the crow a day a lepre sees a crow perched on a branch and it asks to it: “.Ciao crow, what you make. The crow: “.No, he is much pleasant one and rewarding, you would have to try also tu”. Therefore the lepre, made curious, one is based to the dell’.albero base and it begins not to make I haul. Little after vixen passes of lì one e…. the lepre. is eaten must be seated a lot in high sees like gira…. me as soon as they are see again V in order to remember some to me cosette…. and here the piece of the since small revolutionary I have dreammed to fly, without blots of it of it wings. Only who flies dares to make it. They have grown with its fiabe. it would want the song to us of Finardi qua…. if the trovo…. That you ask to tell to me to you a fable Is a history that speaks about you Without lupi that vivon in the forests They are things that you do not know Because Maghi and Fatine from blue hats In your world c’.é gia the magic and the powder of the witches whom will render you crazy Not serve you Peter Pan who will teach to you to fly in the sky of this city lupi the not fan more fear of no Ce of son therefore little and vivon a lot far away and Prince Azzurro it you can also marry bellissima…. acoustic l’.album is spettacolare…. creed to have consumed the cassette, were one of my trimmed salvavita one from. but the song was not this that I thought although it is perfect monday I return from mounts and I write the text about that I thought. For many years it lived serene and happy, encircled from the love of all, until a day the person who it loved more than every other to the world it died. And therefore it succeeded in lenire its pain, while a great peace came down in its spirit that pian slowly was opened to renewed hope. But hour the prince carried in himself light, heat and force, and the sadness of the null landscape could on the joy that reigned in its spirit. With this joy encounter to a loyal, good and generous prince went who wanted its spouse to it. The young prince donated he, and to the creatures who cheered their union, all the love of which was ricolmo its heart. More she donated and more she loved and she was loved, and she believed of therefore to have answered to the question that the Life had placed to them in its giovinezza. From that moment its garden was opened to all the children whom they wanted to enter to you, risuonò of Argentine voices and festosi songs and was every year richer than flowers and of fruits. Mattino a prince not part to their games taken. A day passed and many passed some: in the solitudine of the silent castle buio and it was called to give back to the Life gifts opportunely receipts. But a part of himself was lì, in the garden, with the children. from all my friends in visit I will go and you must choose where you want to go and if you choose well then you can change and if you do not disperse yourself then you can fly. and who watches low will not see to us and who does not want to see will not believe to us but there will be sure someone that will try. oh beloved nonna…. you had today of the free time. to how many windows I have knocked and continuous to bussare…. ….e not to stop mai….perchè the magic of the flight it wins on logic and all it can be turned upside down once, two times, all’.infinito, like in Other times instead is alone un’.alibi…. then is tuaaaaaa the fable beloved grandmother one fable of the gggiovane grandmother leoncavallina eh. The “.paciosa francesca”. confirmation to the grande….….sei a sniper of is known with the port d’.armi. could write a post entire on where they go to end sassi…. the prossimo…. while I even can say that of usual they become fermaporte…. ehehehe, I hope that you will not pull in order to hit, but, the Grandmother dev’.esser be one morettona, to its tempi…. It has an ethical value, the beauty. Sin not gliene freghi more nothing nearly to nobody. Books "I have twelve years, I make the cubista. The author tells to Transactions lolite small history bulli and from the double life. She would come difficult to still call them children.... Which aspect turns out sorprendemente more shocking. Like if it is exausted the consumismo that is trades them because species of car-consumismo satisfies to you in all desires now was given over to one, the consumption of the own bodies ". In the branco they try the certainties and the reassurances that they do not find elsewhere "Perceive to the inside of branco a sense of belongings. That conscience has of the sexual exchanges to payment. "They are one of the many rituals lived but not with the spirit of the prostituzione. All this spiazza parents and school... "the figures of the told parents turn out faded rather and disattente with conflicts it conjugates them many forts and the boys have grown anger to you. The parents do not want to know and then to see. These princes of the afternoon danced on great cubes, mimando placed to them obscene of the lap dance. To surveying she followed a great scandal with mobilitations also to political level and of public order. Journalist Lombardic Marida Pijola de the Messenger has transformed it in the book ` Has twelve years, makes the cubista. Migliaia of children photographed to them, the filmavano, tried to touch them, urlavano: erotiche effusions tutt' around on the divanetti. I have decided therefore to work on and dedicating to us a book to us ". It has spoken about denied access to the adults: there were then organizing aware. That form has taken begins it them inquiry. I have transforms to you in storys because I wanted to manipulate them with delicacy and sensibility less mmm…. job with the adolescents a po than with the children, but I have seen things tremebonde stirred to fantastic things one true fight between titaniums small letters. of it I have carried an example in some post a po of months fa…. however l’.unica present thing continually was the rabid conflict. “.Soltanto who leaves the maze can be happy. repeats It, all with, therefore ce of it does not forget if profit returns us: Ende is a geniaccio to plunder without containment neither shame some. (But c’.è always a ‘.aiuto’. we say ‘.esterno’., un/a Altro/a that otherwise takes part and sfalda the incorrect circle of the psychical frase/situazione suddetta….) on the flight and ende in order remaining in tema…. here l’.incipit of a its story that I am reading: “.Sotto l’.esperta guide of the father and master, the son had wished burning to possess the wings. I share all the one which c’.è scritto…. excuse if I do not stop a lot but I am studying like one matta for two esami…. Quindi…. Mail (sarà not published) (obligatory). These You can use tags:. Science applied (in one scuola.materna).