ran the school year ' 93'o 94 (fourth or fifth higher), a day of work in the classroom, on the Italian theme of the mythical razzismo.Il Jem reads as follows .... There
'who calls this shadow advancing intolerance, which is pressing, which increases power: daughter arrogance and ignorance, way of life of those who lost consciousness and blindly believes in the supremacy of one race over the other: no, this is not my view of life, and the game is not 'till victory' is not over and I have just cominciata.Una handful of nuts and 'was pulled and the avalanche of numbered faces and not' even stop, you do not have the result: we have tried has established a priori and those 'inside and who is' out , who is and who is a zero, who is white and who is black. But this is 'the opinion of some, and not' the most 'important, is only one of the most' strong and we have no way out in front of death. Far as the cat and the mouse is not the purpose of this role play led by a master without scruples, the hatred between peoples, the strong over the weak, who are able to create an alibi unprovable, that camp trivial reasons but indisputable, who deny all rights to their own similiin name of a justice of uominisoltanto in form, not in intent : Are you big? I respect you if you do not kick in the teeth. Different in appearance are written in a thousand languages \u200b\u200b... but we are books of blood ... all books of blood ... We
books of blood, volumes of future history, different culture, but the same nature, and 'no use denying it, these are the facts, the prologue and epilogue same for everyone: crooks, corrupt politicians, learned men, gangsters, cops, no there is' no room for distinction, we are all members of the same nation ZULU. And when a man is naked is naked and no one can 'say whether this is good or bad, imagine if you care then as garments, a beast is a beast in uniform, called to protect the rights of whom? E 'brother happened to Rodney King, guilty of the crime of being born black in the dark of the capital of denaro.Colpo blow, fought like an octopus, bound, and dragged the scalp incaprettato documented the filmed, pages d 'I hate writing on the pavement, written with the blood of an innocent man, powerless, that had nothing to do with no bastards, macara people daily, it also happens in Italy, but not heard. Slowly, inexorably the sands of time covering the mente.Ogni day of every month of every year worldwide violence commands the actions of men and nations, sex, race, religions, there are opportunities to hate, but we must remember that we are books of blood .. all books of blood ...
Pages and pages and pages of feelings, emotions, decisions, thoughts: dense pages written souls transfixed in pain Dividends different forced to stage a farce Inquest perverse world of appearances only path to hatred or pretend you're lost! No, I refuse to accept this twisted logic of those who wants to love but do not want to judge by its cover, a person sitting in an armchair individuals such as these govern the mondoe the background is filled with death and despair, the ratio cracks: inevitably discendiamola china. Gia 'long' The list of abuses but more obtuse 'passes iltempo more' Cresconius abuse sudonne humiliated by business leaders are "good" thou hast the place, if not raise the curtains! on men born far away, too far south to reach out : steaming carcass on the field of the sun, thousands of throats swollen with words of pain, thorns in the hearts of those who own brands vedon brothers, the people used as a bargaining chip: I object. To terms with this reality does not go down and I do not ... and I do not ... and I do not like that "scaffold" is the title of the new chapter we are going to write: strength, capitel! We use more 'heart and a bit' under the bars, 'cause we are books of blood ... Rated NC
PS Congratulations on the effort mnemonic
Signed Mazzanti Professors of Italian
masterpiece Frankie Hi-NRG I got it from here: http://www.italianrap.com/artists/artists_bios/frankie/lyrics/libri_di_sangue.html
A review now Frankie text we realize how little has changed despite the times we are talking about 15 years ago.
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