I would post to this public space copy of the letter sent to the new mayor of Rome, Gianni Alemanno, the Fed, at the dawn of his mission purifying, moralizing and didactic, in full respect of others' differences, while remaining perfectly agree with the mystery at the end of year, if I may, Delio Rossi goes to kick some ass.
ROOM!
The time of great change has finally arrived! I know that you could block the doors of the parliament, I know that you could make a campfire for your handpieces, but that, at least in this first moment, you would not. We are with you. Still, Roman anyway. For many years, but I say years, for centuries. I as us, we are aligned with your thoughts on this before they got together. My mother (still barely a tear, the waiter always cries when he thinks Roman to his mama) Financo still remembers when he struggled in the cradle for me to put the equipment in the Roman greeting almost always tended to want to immediately make it clear that he was not born a child but the world's two arms were faithful to the cause. She still remembers how to read only of the time, with its Roman and reassuring news, could induce in me the necessary peace to sleep or how my eyes to find peace after listening not only childish but Ninne " Little black face. "
ROOM!
are with you at all times! Always! I must become man roten marriage (I have photos that demonstrate how me and my Roman lady is deemed necessary immortalized in the marble stadium (the truest of the true note) in order to confirm our faith. We wake up the rooster crows, two jump in the circle of fire, two sputazzi to Rutelli and two photos of the big baby kick our dog, called Uolter, just to be able to better appreciate the subtle taste of the tread. We, who use castor oil to fry well Sofficini that address. We, who better to define how we think, we started the practice to change surname to my wife so that the two girls might, proudly claim to be fair daughters of the wolf. We, the founders of the "Galeazzo Musolesi. We, when we see you on the balcony of the capitol, we were unable to hold back the tears, tears Roman, of course.
ROOM!
The hordes of Menelik surround us, the Romans vocaliscambisti around us. Urge a remedy. We are the remedy. The bambaciofilo Rutenberg wanted to make bracelets for women (one thinks only of the Roman field-mouse, we know for sure that he had commissioned the Durex "rings make them well, let the bracelets," he said), we, instead, we are sure that the remedy in both series. And in 10 tons of stones at their ends.
ROOM!
Guide us! We
far we have been drinking.
(if otherwise nun explains)
Small appendix: in Rome I did not vote because outside the municipality. If I did I would vote for Aleman. The history and he knows how I can be poles apart, but centuries of human evolution when we went down from the trees and we stopped to settle our disputes raccolgliendo our tirandocele him and I could not be forgotten for choosing an idiot as Rutelli.
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