Loneliness of reason. Body of Lies
There is no truth in the words of those who have spoken in front of their mouth .... ... opens ... closes .... stuttering. But not telling the truth. He says only half-sentences given to his lips ... abandoned without any care in the depths of an empty mind. Like them. Are empty. And I'm tired of words, tired of games to break the soul behind that do not know the name. And I will always care less. I will let their envy chase through the labyrinths of their mind bare of sense and reason and you lose the logic of the meanders of the frustration and denial of themselves. They are poor, small and empty
Friday, February 15, 2008
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Abortion: the quiet violence of Ferrara
Francesca de Carolis
Just a quick thought. Speaking of tones and words. Of grace of form and substance abuse. Listening to the speech by Giuliano Ferrara in the opening episode of the infidel Wednesday, February 13. A poster about his 'pro-life' with which makes abortion among the themes of the campaign.
a very calm tone of Ferrara. Introduces, explains, argues, his voice flat and quiet, curls gently modulating phrases and words, it seems, even breaths. Without ever leaving the rails of a supply of extreme kindness. Even when he has, which is normal to happen, to have to try to overpower some of the guests to speak. Quietly, of course, if you want to calm the accoratezza not turned into fervor, then that is not transcended in screams, brandished crucifixes, or excesses such
... Yet. The calm can sometimes be frightening. If it's formal language that is of substantial violence.
And next to violence to break into campaign with an issue so sensitive and painful, I felt, in the words of Ferrara, the words of a raging private, for my feeling unacceptable.
As was obvious, the speech went to the unfortunate episode of the blitz in the hospital of Naples Federico II. I found a great violence to describe the feeling with lucid sweetness 'the child that the fetus would have been'. As this had not already thought of a grieving woman who is faced with the terrible choice to have an abortion. What is thought and inner pain that should not be tortured by others in front of a camera. With the aggravating circumstance in the case, there was talk of a particular individual, especially the fate of her child that was not.
again. How many times was given the name of the woman. Ten, twenty, I do not know ... maybe only five times ... It was a personal name, however, that it bounced all the time that endless speech. But how do we use words and names? How and when we are allowed to call someone else, you do not know and you do not have any confidence, with the first name as you would with a dear friend, for example ... I could not help but wonder if was watching TV, what that woman must have felt, to be called stubborn so calm, when in fact it was transformed into an emblem of 'what not to do'.
I thought of the incredible violence of hearing his name, uttered repeatedly, repeatedly, stripped almost to the person ... I heard it, on me as to any person, not the violence of a desired confidence, every time like a knife ...
really creaked in the cold calmness of speech, the word 'love', too often repeated.
But how do we use names and words ... Nothing really has nothing to do with this story, but instead I was just wondering about a name 'is not pronounced', just an hour before another news organization, perhaps much ec'entra with 'adroitness' instead sometimes there are instinctively.
Listening to the Tg1 20.00, also on February 13. The titles announced, among other things, the arrest of a former regional minister of Calabria. Question of intertwining between the Mafia and politics. I wonder what party to belong to the commissioner, and wait for the announcement of the service. Waiting for the service. But nothing. To find the acronym (for the record Udeur) I have to go rummaging on the Internet. Different story, of course, anything interesting, certainly. Who ever would be interested to know that name? Why say it? After all, just an acronym. And then, we are campaigning ...
Source: Article 21
Francesca de Carolis
Just a quick thought. Speaking of tones and words. Of grace of form and substance abuse. Listening to the speech by Giuliano Ferrara in the opening episode of the infidel Wednesday, February 13. A poster about his 'pro-life' with which makes abortion among the themes of the campaign.
a very calm tone of Ferrara. Introduces, explains, argues, his voice flat and quiet, curls gently modulating phrases and words, it seems, even breaths. Without ever leaving the rails of a supply of extreme kindness. Even when he has, which is normal to happen, to have to try to overpower some of the guests to speak. Quietly, of course, if you want to calm the accoratezza not turned into fervor, then that is not transcended in screams, brandished crucifixes, or excesses such
... Yet. The calm can sometimes be frightening. If it's formal language that is of substantial violence.
And next to violence to break into campaign with an issue so sensitive and painful, I felt, in the words of Ferrara, the words of a raging private, for my feeling unacceptable.
As was obvious, the speech went to the unfortunate episode of the blitz in the hospital of Naples Federico II. I found a great violence to describe the feeling with lucid sweetness 'the child that the fetus would have been'. As this had not already thought of a grieving woman who is faced with the terrible choice to have an abortion. What is thought and inner pain that should not be tortured by others in front of a camera. With the aggravating circumstance in the case, there was talk of a particular individual, especially the fate of her child that was not.
again. How many times was given the name of the woman. Ten, twenty, I do not know ... maybe only five times ... It was a personal name, however, that it bounced all the time that endless speech. But how do we use words and names? How and when we are allowed to call someone else, you do not know and you do not have any confidence, with the first name as you would with a dear friend, for example ... I could not help but wonder if was watching TV, what that woman must have felt, to be called stubborn so calm, when in fact it was transformed into an emblem of 'what not to do'.
I thought of the incredible violence of hearing his name, uttered repeatedly, repeatedly, stripped almost to the person ... I heard it, on me as to any person, not the violence of a desired confidence, every time like a knife ...
really creaked in the cold calmness of speech, the word 'love', too often repeated.
But how do we use names and words ... Nothing really has nothing to do with this story, but instead I was just wondering about a name 'is not pronounced', just an hour before another news organization, perhaps much ec'entra with 'adroitness' instead sometimes there are instinctively.
Listening to the Tg1 20.00, also on February 13. The titles announced, among other things, the arrest of a former regional minister of Calabria. Question of intertwining between the Mafia and politics. I wonder what party to belong to the commissioner, and wait for the announcement of the service. Waiting for the service. But nothing. To find the acronym (for the record Udeur) I have to go rummaging on the Internet. Different story, of course, anything interesting, certainly. Who ever would be interested to know that name? Why say it? After all, just an acronym. And then, we are campaigning ...
Source: Article 21
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Who's The Best Squirt
My love
I want to talk to an angel that I met on my journey and has always been at my side ... has a wonderful name! "Bruno" ... his name is enclosed in the goodness, reason, the uniqueness, naturalness and honesty.
E 'a document, a witness of love, faith is actually lived.
E ' easy to speak of the cross when you're not experienced, I live day by day, is my faith, I am moving mountains, the boulders in my heart.
The Passion of Jesus
The soldiers came to Jesus, take it by force, drag him out of the hall, and prepare for his crucifixion, then bring him back again into the courtyard where the first was scourged Then cover it with purple and show the Cross.
But Jesus could not open your beautiful eyes so painful to the torment of thorns, the infamous raise the eyelids so that he can see if your burnt before.
When I ponder the way of the Cross can not help but also think about what he had to drive my beloved husband. I think that had to suffer the torment, fear and anxiety that have been traveling companions, the abyss, the darkness and solitude. Bellissmo his face completely deformed, his bright eyes swollen, his cry of pain. To mind are mixed scenes of Calvary of Jesus with those of Bruno (my husband). Jesus falls several times, and oppressed by the weight of the Cross, tired and exhausted by the sufferings endured by the excessive loss of blood, trembling all over your body and falls with the tormented face on the ground. Bruno massacred the weight of the boulders that fell on him, trembling and fell with his face on the ground (to forty feet deep). When he was barely able to get to his feet and opened my eyes to the strength of that agony, that's meets the eye dell'afflittissima His mother, who was shewn through the crowd so provides, and in those penetrating eyes all the strength of their love and their unspeakable grief. O my Jesus, if I could help myself to bear the heavy cross and that of my beloved husband. I am comforted by the fact that You've loaded the weight of all the sins of the world and when washed by Thy Cross Your Most Precious Blood is resting on the shoulders of Cyrene, I'm sure at that moment you've lifted the boulder from the body of Bruno and you took upon you my whole and its suffering. That pain and emptiness that led me to you and made me understand and appreciate the greatness of the eternal goods of Heaven.
I want to talk to an angel that I met on my journey and has always been at my side ... has a wonderful name! "Bruno" ... his name is enclosed in the goodness, reason, the uniqueness, naturalness and honesty.
E 'a document, a witness of love, faith is actually lived.
E ' easy to speak of the cross when you're not experienced, I live day by day, is my faith, I am moving mountains, the boulders in my heart.
The Passion of Jesus
The soldiers came to Jesus, take it by force, drag him out of the hall, and prepare for his crucifixion, then bring him back again into the courtyard where the first was scourged Then cover it with purple and show the Cross.
But Jesus could not open your beautiful eyes so painful to the torment of thorns, the infamous raise the eyelids so that he can see if your burnt before.
When I ponder the way of the Cross can not help but also think about what he had to drive my beloved husband. I think that had to suffer the torment, fear and anxiety that have been traveling companions, the abyss, the darkness and solitude. Bellissmo his face completely deformed, his bright eyes swollen, his cry of pain. To mind are mixed scenes of Calvary of Jesus with those of Bruno (my husband). Jesus falls several times, and oppressed by the weight of the Cross, tired and exhausted by the sufferings endured by the excessive loss of blood, trembling all over your body and falls with the tormented face on the ground. Bruno massacred the weight of the boulders that fell on him, trembling and fell with his face on the ground (to forty feet deep). When he was barely able to get to his feet and opened my eyes to the strength of that agony, that's meets the eye dell'afflittissima His mother, who was shewn through the crowd so provides, and in those penetrating eyes all the strength of their love and their unspeakable grief. O my Jesus, if I could help myself to bear the heavy cross and that of my beloved husband. I am comforted by the fact that You've loaded the weight of all the sins of the world and when washed by Thy Cross Your Most Precious Blood is resting on the shoulders of Cyrene, I'm sure at that moment you've lifted the boulder from the body of Bruno and you took upon you my whole and its suffering. That pain and emptiness that led me to you and made me understand and appreciate the greatness of the eternal goods of Heaven.
Maria Maistrini
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