I can not believe that it 's been almost a month since I put something here on the blog ..
I admire those who can write on a regular basis .. I. .. no. I can not. The weeks go by and nothing comes to me. Or what I blend for the head are things that are corny.
Berlusconi, for example. His "funny" capacity 'to be one of the people ... The fact that everyone says that its popularity 'and' 75% share of dictatorship .. those dictatorships which are fake elections and the dictator, 'much-loved by the people', he won with 95% vote! Women love him .. Love him? I think he makes those old blennies from the back row of porn cinema!
And I get down. I get depressed thinking about Italy and Italians.
Yet in recent weeks there 'thing I want more' to go home. It 's too that I do not go .. and perhaps trust in the protection of my friends once they ', that' the balance that by putting the situation in Italy and the affection of my friends, the love of my friends have their way, creating a sort of bubble in which they are protected from what happens in Berlusconiland.
If and when I go there.
And then, what else ..? We at the end of the school year, the spring is hard to get there (with days of 30 ° C and then rain and cold on other days!), are dependent on facebook (which I was also pleasantly surprised) and I still have a ton of things to reorganize the house.
So Quiet on the Western Front.
and nothing to write on the blog.
