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on the brink of war in Iran

Since very difficult times, I always had the impression that the American-led panterone quell'onestissimo ladies surname Bush had pointed to Iran as a new prey to be razed to the ground. Over the years, things have evolved in exactly that direction, partly because the media are being drugged with the story of the phantom atomic bomb that Iran is building. I'll Malfidano, but when it moves America, there is always something different in what it takes to appear.
Since the various international sanctions against Iran 's sooner or later will no longer suffice, I am afraid that the epilogue of this long story will be a new war scenario.
So, dear Bush, Circus Gaviscon gives you this little song written by Boris Vian in 1920, but still present. The text you read below is the translation from French by Ivano Fossati. (There is also a quick link to the file). Enjoy.

The Deserter

I received the called military
and now I have to go to war Tuesday.
Lord President, I do not want to do,
no longer want to kill people like me.
I will not bother you, but
him I have to say I do not want to obey, so diserterò.
Since I was born have already taken my father
they took my brother and now it's up to me.
pain My mother is already in his grave, and now the
bombs do not care anymore. When I was a prisoner
me from stealing all
soul, my lady and my dignity.
Tomorrow will close the door on the past
the years that I lost and I incamminerò.
I drag in the world among the people,
with one thought in mind and all I'll say:
say no to leave, say no to obey
How about not to shoot, say no to die
My dear President, if there is to shed blood
paid before yours,
you go ahead and tell your police, if they are to look
that can shoot, I do not have that weapon.

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What genius Woody Allen ...

"Life should be lived to the contrary.
For a start you should start dying, and so
Tricca tracchete overcome the trauma that is beautiful.
Then you wake up in a hospital bed and appreciate the fact that you go
improving day by day.
Then you resign because you are good and the first thing you do is go to the post office to pick
your retirement and enjoy yourself the best.
Over time, your strength increases, your body improves,
wrinkles disappear.
Then start working on the first day and they give you a gold watch.
work forty years until you're so young to be exploited properly
retirement from working life.
Then go to party in party, drink, games, do you have sex and get ready to get up to
. Then he starts school, play with friends,
without any obligations and responsibilities, as long as you are not baby.
When you're small enough, you stick in a place that
now you should know very well.
The last nine months you walk them float quiet and peaceful,
heated in a place with room service and much love,
no one will break my balls.
And finally leave this world in an orgasm. "

Woody Allen

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Blog Action Day - Environment

Today October 15, is celebrated on Blog Action Day, a day in which all the participating publish a blog post on the same topic.
This time it's the topic ENVIRONMENT .
avoid corny speeches, Circus Gaviscon wants to offer a moment of reflection and light feeling, providing images and unpublished poems.
images come directly from the garden of mrjumpy and Prater in Vienna, while poems are the winners of a poetry competition on the environment held in San Giorgio della Richinvelda in the province of Pordenone, and reserved for students in elementary and middle schools.
Good reading, good vision!

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A small island in the middle of a river
felt sad and alone. A good-hearted tree

gave him the crown of gold. But in
v idios and cold water, which in those days

had lost her beautiful clear colors, with a wave
overwhelming
stole the whole moment. The islet was not sad


he knew he had found a truly trusted friend.

loose III C ^ primary Rauscedo

The green place in my heart

I found the green place in my heart.
E 'here as I walked in the clouds between heaven


green and blue sea
foam.
There is a sunset
green place in my heart
And all is joy.
E 'where my old memories come back:
laughter
cries
the songs ...
green place in my heart.

Tifany Barbui, IV ^ elementary

The gray earth

was a great forest now is a great city.
was a great sea,
now is a great port. and color dominate the Earth: the gray.

Iacuzzi Marta, I mean ^

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Gaviscon ... A Passion! Even

circus Dear friends, now is the time to talk a bit 'of this Gaviscon, because it has earned the title of our beloved circus.
So, a few months ago my speech therapist confidence Fussi Santo (Santo not in name but in fact) I was diagnosed with a small disturbance, characteristic of all those who study classical singing, which goes by the fancy name of "GERD".
Heck, I thought I want to see that I sgam the reason why I can not support the sound when I sing? (The answer is: not expensive, does not depend on this.)
However, I'm not here to detail the symptoms and characteristics that determine such disorder, the point is that you care with a Pantorc tablet in the morning and one tablespoon of syrup Gaviscon in the evening, for 6 months.
Ooooooooooh you say, we finally understood what this blessed Gaviscon.
right, is a syrup. And there's more!
My relationship with medicine has never been fabulous, so imagine my joy in
when I realized that I need to put up to six months in a row, a tablet and syrup every single day. Oh well, I thought, must be done and you will make.
I go to the pharmacy to buy medicine. The first event that I prepare moooooolto
positively towards them is that they are loanable: So rather than spend € 2
11 +7 = 18 €. Not bad. I come home from my doctor, I shall have the recipe, returning to the pharmacy and take the tablets and syrup.
get home, I open the bottle of the syrup, and I scan this consistency. Appears to be too slippery. It will certainly be a piece of crap. The
drink, and suddenly a light from the darkness unfolds: the syrup has the taste of sambuca!
Sambuca is my real passion has always made me company in a few evenings a bit '
more cheerful, and when it happens I shall not want "a greet them."
But now, to find that flavor even in a syrup to be taken every day ... is a little 'how to drink wine without getting drunk, going to 200 per hour in the city center without incident, being a Swede in bed without having to go to Sweden ... (Okay, okay, I went over ..).
However, the concept seems clear to me. And, to clarify the concept, it follows due corollary
should always look on the bright side of things, even in the most uncomfortable and more negative.

must always live with a smile. Life will have a different flavor,
soothe the liver is a bit ', it will be easier to relate to others, and we can enjoy the riches that each person brings in, but often our selfishness and our blindness does not allow us to see.
As for me, with this Blog I try to do it. Meanwhile, as the cover of Linus, I
pacifier my beautiful Gaviscon flavored sambuca!

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newsagents have a soul

I had never talked to my newsagent.
Or rather, I never really talk.
I know for a lifetime, but the maximum I asked him to put aside some file.
The other day I surprised the other hand, while reading a book by Corrado Augias on Jesus
He complained to me about how many people in the wake of the "Da Vinci Code" have in any way discredit the figure of Jesus for his female acquaintances.
Personally, I expected her to be a sword in defense trattadella Church, the figure of Jesus and especially of her virginity. Instead I was blown away.
"I may well have had a hundred women, but the importance of his message and what he preached not change one iota," he said.
Why I was blown away? Why is it the same thing that I would have said, and because I did not expect from a newsagent in a small town such open-mindedness.
Maybe I should pay more attention to people around me.

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strange destiny

The month of September 2007 was a month a bit 'special.
They've gone for the largest and most silence.
Luciano Pavarotti and Marcel Marceau.
What a strange fate, what a strange coincidence.
Strange?
Mah ..