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slowly dying ... Read

Slowly dies who does not change gear

He or she who does not put the arrow when svolta

Lentamente muore chi non tira il freno a mano in discesa

Chi sbaglia nell'usare la presa

Chi gli casca in testa un'obesa, la casa o la torre di Pisa

Muore lentamente chi non fa come la Marcuzzi

E se non riesce ad andare in bagno, se la tiene tutta dentro

Muore lentamente chi non si leva prontamente da sotto il casco della permanente

Muore più velocemente chi mette le dita nella presa di corrente

Chi non si sposta quando cascano le piante

E chi mangia le amanite velenose al ristorante

Muore lentamente tanta bella gente

Ma c'è anche

E you know

A gang of balls that never dies.

Luciana Littizzetto.

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Reading is getting inside the card and navigate in the letters, reading is to be late to school to finish the chapter, reading is not sleeping and getting hurt the eyes to do so. Reading is why we must stop being scold, is to go read the book anywhere, read and cherish the pages once you finished the story, read and sleep to dream of history, reading is to have the dreamy look throughout the day, we read and hear the wind sitting on the leather chair near the fireplace. Reading is to buy a light bulb and stay hidden awake until 4 am, reading is cry when they take away the book, read and draw at random players.
Reading is to invent, to dream, to live.

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Simply Perfect.

Simply Perfect. Simply perfect. Half? No, the mirror. Perfect. I am me, and you are you. PERFECT. And I found it really? And 'he? Sons of humanity itself, of course. Perhaps you, not me, and I'm proud. My category alone do me, thanks. I know who I am, I know as I am, and is a big step. Live as you like, but never stop. I built my soul with the blood, the iron, the fire, then I discovered there, buried in the depths of my identity, there was that real, ready, perfect, unique. But I learned something. He who hesitates is lost. Who stops waiver, he loses. Game Over. This wonderful world was reduced to pulp by the locals, yet continues to maintain its light. His heart is sick, not off. I'll find it.