My son is two years.
I have a list of presents ready for him.
A country where a minister says tiferebbe for everyone, rather than for the country that made him a minister.
The people around that he supports, that is right or wrong side. Tifa, fans and just fans.
A girl looking at a picture and Garibaldi says, "is a shepherd." Well yes, perhaps with a poncho that looks like us, maybe ...
The people laughing and cheering for the girl, and Garibaldi who?
Someone who says that here there are ever vigilant when needed, and what the fuck alone when I stop a moment in a double row for a coffee, and what the fuck is a moment ...
A TV news that puts in a row in order: the mother who threw baby out the window, depth (40 seconds) on the problems of postpartum depression, the father son pairs to a dispute, service on the title of Miss Bikini World, and about sea \u200b\u200bwhich are the trendiest places for your holidays?
An oil slick is expanding. So far we do not see that from here.
One says yes, I killed him, but as a matter of principle. A
child forcibly taken to his yacht. A failure to re
dancing better than the frog.
Arabian professionalism trampled.
One who walks on embers to teach you to be more shit.
And those children waiting for the day of the Child, the Solidarity Day, the day of the phones and get up every other day stare into space.
My son is two years.
I leave this wall of books even if we never find (at least him) some useful advice to change the world.
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