these days are literally kidnapped from what the press and media talk about Hurricane Katrina. View pictures of a city devastated by the force of nature and human selfishness folded shakes me a lot. Today I reflected on what the human race is unable to react even in the face fraternal misfortunes such as the one that occurred in New Orleans a few days ago. The newspapers told of scenes of violence and crime, which even the far west of hundreds of years ago ...
Man is selfish, I had no doubt, but often verges levels bestial unspeakable, almost ashamed to be made of this paste. I would like to contribute something
way to support thousands of eprsone plagued by a tragedy that I can not deal with my strength: think about what is happening over there reminds me of how many privileges I enjoy every day.
My worst nightmare is to be alone, and at the same time not to have more certainty of the future. At 27 I still set my life on steel pillars as the family and the support of friends and acquaintances, looking good and satisfactory economic conditions, through which all things and live a life without major worries or concerns. ; But deep down I know that one day these reference points and these certainties slowly weaken and I will have to rely only on myself and on inner strength during these years that I built day by day. If I was suddenly taken away everything I have, by uncontrollable forces of nature, or fate, I am convinced that'd give it the weight of fear.
How beautiful youth
that runs though!
Who wants to be happy, either:
of tomorrow there is no certainty.
this or Bacchus and Ariadne
beautiful vanishes, and the other burning:
because 'the time flies, and tricks,
stan happy together forever.
These nymphs and other people
are happy though.
Who wants to be happy, either:
of tomorrow there is no certainty.
These are pleased satiretti,
nymphs in love,
for caves and thickets
have their place one hundred ambushes;
ago by Bacchus heated
ballon, but Salton.
Ch want to be happy, either:
of tomorrow there is no certainty.
These nymphs also have dear
from them be deceived:
can not do Amor shelter,
if not rude and ungrateful people:
time together mixed
suonon, canton, however.
Who want to be happy, either:
of tomorrow there is no certainty.
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