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    April 28

    V2-DAY ....c'eri o non c'eri?

    x chi non ha avuto possibilità - voglia - coraggio - buon senso di esserci...

    date almeno uno sguardo a questo video, e al  blog di beppe grillo

    e ascoltate quello che dice

    mi sembra importante

    se non cambiare l'Italia, che sembra un traguardo difficile,

    almeno SAPERE in che Paese viviamo, conoscere la NOSTRA situazione e i nostri politici.

    Almeno provarci...

    www.beppegrillo.it

     

    April 02

    Essere o non Essere

    To be, or not to be, that is the question:
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
    And by opposing end them. To die - to sleep,
    No more; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heart-hache and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
    To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there's the rub:
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause - there's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life.
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
    The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
    The insolence of office, and the spurns
    The patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death,
    The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
    No traveller returns, puzzles of will,
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
    And thus the native hue of resolution
    Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
    And enterprises of great pitch and moment
    With this regard their currents turn awry
    And lose the name of action.
                                                     Hamlet, III,I
                                                     W. Shakespeare