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February 13 Today we were to parade many, many men, many women and children, many testifying to the desire for change.

Streets and squares of Florence packed with a lively crowd, elated, happy to be there, trusting to unravel this suffocating darkness. Many

, forming a long procession that was more room to stop, while influx of new groups of continuous slogan, festive sounds and noises. From the show was great!

Dating beaming, hopeful and happy greetings.

Many, such as not clustered by time, a general awakening.

Many, like a river in flood, but without shaking.

many, united in the hope that something is moving and that everyone returns to relocate, to regain, to believe in a different tomorrow.

Anna Lanzetta

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For Italy, singing Mameli

is sad! It is very sad to see what we're reducing Italy.

is becoming increasingly clear that the disconnect is exacerbated by the day.

is clear that the disaffection is increasingly replacing and affection that logic is prevailing all over the money, shifting the emphasis from this event even more important.

But how many still love our unit? How many do you know the process? How many really know how much this drives our many of our young people? Those wishing to remember and pass on? Unfortunately, history is not everyone's heritage and few know, few remember the steps that have marked the path towards the unification of Italy. A mental stasis perhaps desired by those who love Italy, forget that they will answer to history. And we

Once again we adults, with our senseless diatribes, this celebration of beauty to undress, and limit their importance, forgetting that it is our duty to pass on our past intact because without it there is this.

The show that we are offering is bleak and depressing and there is a credit.

But luckily there are young people who represent the best part of our country and who know how to recognize the values.

I was with fifty students to submit my book Farewell my beautiful goodbye ... The history of the Risorgimento between words, images and music. for two hours followed with attention, listening, perhaps for the first time, the music of Verdi and Bellini paintings by Hayez and reading and history painting. Was shortly before the opening bell and I thought of a guy but not conclude, with sudden, spontaneous gesture, put the Inno di Mameli. They are all snapped up and sang along:

Brothers of Italy

Brothers of Italy,
Italy has awakened,
the helmet of Scipio
She has bound her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down, slave of Rome

that God has made. join in cohort, We are ready to
death.
Ready to die, he called
Italy.

Goffredo Mameli, 1827-1849

We for centuries
Downtrodden and derided,
we are not one people, because we are
divided.

Let one flag, one hope
to be unified
time already played. join in cohort, We are ready to
death.
Ready to die, he called
Italy.

Let us unite and love one another, unity and love


Show the people the ways of the Lord.

swear to free Our native soil
united under God,
Who can defeat us? join in cohort, We are ready to
death.

Ready to die, he called
Italy.

From the Alps to Sicily,
Legnano is everywhere; ...

And they sang the entire hymn, while I watched with emotion.

What lessons were giving us adults! We were taught to keep for their memory of unified Italy with its anthem and its flag.

We talked about that culture must not be betrayed, the Arts, our true wealth. And the richest is out of the meeting, thinking they are young our strength and we can still hope for a better future.

Anna Lanzetta

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against all forms of dementia to confront

Käthe Kollwitz (1867-1945)

you feel inclined to think that we are all insane, the vortex that has swallowed us of arrogance that makes us dizzy fatigue left and right, because we have become insensitive to the needs of neighbors.

Fortunately dementia concerns very few!.

New monsters roam crawling and inspire terror.

The child should not eat and no one can help.

That baby is hungry, look, like, comes close ... No! He can not eat. You rule!

Sad images of abused children, segregated, refused, prevented, burned overlap and shake our conscience. Shame becomes unbearable. You can not betray the children! It is a sin against humanity.

Poor those who betray children, because without that sense of humanity that makes us men.

William Blake (1757-1827) The great red dragon

Those who work against childhood is an empty shell of each emotion, is a sterile rod in the disorder of his own being, is a monster in our society.

Our conscience calls us to a sense of duty, to react against the mass spectrum of these monstrosities because no recurrence of such acts, because no child should look more into the bowl and run out of others.

No rule can justify an act of deprivation of a child if not his own negligence.

Anna Lanzetta