My Spinning Bike Squeaks

Beaches

crystalline
On the beach ever since time unknown
Images
plow through the sand From the silent mind

Alone Hidden history
in every grain
waves Secrets of the time hide

Memorable
tragedies in human affairs
one time it came from the sea bottom sticking out from the Saracens

and scratching women
The dark face was mirrored in the sea agitated by arrogant
concert
hordes wore in the wind the voices and gasps
Witness the perennial sea immortal
of stolen kisses, of unbridled sex
a gallant meetings, loves vibrant
And the sound of foamy waves
background haunted echoes went

free sounds, lost forever
And my sight is lost in time
And the water reflects the deep

Mature Women In Girdles And Stockings

Our land, we are all Peppino Impastato

Our land is rich in glorious history south

from all over the world
Our Fathers
Phoenicians, Greeks, Normans
Anjou, Habsburg, Bourbon
made this great land
Kindreds
extinct in finite time but still live in our eyes
history is within us
in every corner of this land
with the sun in my mouth and the sea in the eyes
We love you land of beauty and cursed
famous men were born from your
bowels of shit you are grown men
you have trampled, mortally wounded
mafia, the Camorra, Ndrangheta
evil plants have dug deep

have made this garden scene of blood, fights and guns
hordes of evil men without honor our illustrious history

burning desire for redemption and desire to change
Peppino Impastato, courage
His first hundred steps
Against " pile of shit "
We dare a thousand more of our land and

flourish as a Venus
superb is reborn to new life.



Peppino Impastato:
"My father, my family, my country! I want to fuck! I want to write that the mafia is a mountain of shit I want to scream My father is an ass-licker! We must rebel. Before it's too late! Before you get used to their faces! Before you did not notice anything more than "

reading these words ... I HAD THE THRILLS ARE THESE PEOPLE THAT THE COMPANY 'TO REMEMBER, THESE ARE EXAMPLES OF THE LEAD AMONG YOUNG PEOPLE.

Peppino Impastato is killed May 9, 1978, a few days before the election and a few days after exposure to a documented photo exhibition on the devastation wrought by land speculators and mafia groups: his body is torn apart by a charge of TNT placed on railroad tracks Palermo-Trapani.

Peppino died because of the Mafia, but was recognized only a few years ago. He wanted a country free of oppression mafia radio was invented for this Aut, a radio broadcast in which they were ironically the story of Don Tano, the boss of Cinisi.

Does Spearmint Tea Help Hirsutism

Drops of sadness

Thoughts pressing
In the vacuum drops below bounce in
sadness gushing squirting
Neither the groove of this unknown
love fills your life passes you in the din
damped
tearing the wires and close the senses
want to lose the memories
entrust them to the wind

bring them up to the clouds will give peregrine
the arms of heaven
drops of sadness
sparkle in the lights of the infinite vacuum
you look into his eyes while I
I seek in vain through the rubble
horizon

the last glimpses of sun in a sweet agony
I drink greedily
the source of sadness
swallow all

drop by drop while shaking breath and slowly flowing

this bitter silence
inexorably toward the sea between the tattered sails of
'love.