E 'Sunday was exciting to see so many women in the square. Remarkable that the presence of women finally reach 50% in any public action is necessary to hold a demonstration purpose.
What then, only a feminist group can organize a parade in the middle of football: it seems to me a radical-chic choice that does not take into account the real needs of the country. I saw a tall, wiry and bearded with a sign around his neck reading "I am a woman and are not for sale" and a hidden earpiece hidden under his hat to his wife. The saddest moment by far, apart from the stage when it relied on the roar of a square with evergreen "Let us hear" getting a roar in response, but an overlapping of ecstatic cries and hysterical that even before the Titanic.
But it was thrilling to experience the novelty of women in the streets to improve their condition by tomorrow will be on sale only pans fireproofing.
No, really, even the police did not know what to do: no agent wanted to pull his club out of fear that might be the smallest, so have tried to disperse the crowd by placing among the shops of the gaudy signs "SALE".
One million women in the streets, to apologize, I suppose, given that the average voter is the home of Berlusconi Over50. I do not see the problem of women, honestly, or rather, I consider a subcase of the enormous social and cultural stagnation that is called Italy. Women, as the Italians have exactly what they deserve.
For example, this festival of Sanremo: the incomparable race to the bottom of public television, in a context of mediocre music, comedians and public Bagaglino trained as usual, the valleys are two inept that I consider less than prostitutes, and that why everyone likes. I would like to see at least
Morandi, at least that was the only one to dedicate to the Pope "Imagine there is neither heaven nor your fucking religion," though certainly not voluntarily, playing "Anarchy in the UK" smashes the guitar on the boring steps and walks away shouting "this is music, assholes."
Can you imagine?
neither. Keep Al Bano, women.
What then, only a feminist group can organize a parade in the middle of football: it seems to me a radical-chic choice that does not take into account the real needs of the country. I saw a tall, wiry and bearded with a sign around his neck reading "I am a woman and are not for sale" and a hidden earpiece hidden under his hat to his wife. The saddest moment by far, apart from the stage when it relied on the roar of a square with evergreen "Let us hear" getting a roar in response, but an overlapping of ecstatic cries and hysterical that even before the Titanic.
But it was thrilling to experience the novelty of women in the streets to improve their condition by tomorrow will be on sale only pans fireproofing.
No, really, even the police did not know what to do: no agent wanted to pull his club out of fear that might be the smallest, so have tried to disperse the crowd by placing among the shops of the gaudy signs "SALE".
One million women in the streets, to apologize, I suppose, given that the average voter is the home of Berlusconi Over50. I do not see the problem of women, honestly, or rather, I consider a subcase of the enormous social and cultural stagnation that is called Italy. Women, as the Italians have exactly what they deserve.
For example, this festival of Sanremo: the incomparable race to the bottom of public television, in a context of mediocre music, comedians and public Bagaglino trained as usual, the valleys are two inept that I consider less than prostitutes, and that why everyone likes. I would like to see at least
Morandi, at least that was the only one to dedicate to the Pope "Imagine there is neither heaven nor your fucking religion," though certainly not voluntarily, playing "Anarchy in the UK" smashes the guitar on the boring steps and walks away shouting "this is music, assholes."
Can you imagine?
neither. Keep Al Bano, women.
