Triathlon Achilles Tendon

In the house of the West as a social ...
's all product industrially on a large scale: how can' forward to the good will of a craftsman, if filtered by machines and turned into a production that engages and detaches the object, though upset by the person who created that object robot until it ends?
Of course everything comes from matter, in fact, everything is on .... but do not stop
firmly believe that the wine made from a pair of hands rather than a couple of other
is necessarily different, it will be the set of
unique circumstances and is also the ingredient made by the intention to make a difference to human.
This extreme and comprehensive mediation does nothing but remind me again how the cauldron is a encyclopedic wisdom of undoubted effectiveness ...
The quantity is over quality, and go back to 'humanity that permeates a product is more and more' hard way 'how hard it can reach the consumer.
Things tailored luxury of a few have become known and we can reflect on how the measure is now more 'money that the benefit to the person.

words start like arrows from a bow, tearing the flesh, pierce organs;
becomes a giant wave and wave when I see it overwhelms me as I think: wave


We can not 'reinvent the slopes of the Nepalese people, with a white face and beer in hand with the German name (produced in Italy), even identify with a Zulu is possible, but puo'provare to speak with a Nepalese, including gestures, you can 'observe the movement of his hands even on TV.

Here the question of the writer is: sell?

And here is perpetrated the murder of the writer.

wave withdraws from the limitation of language: the horizon that these eyes see.

You tell me that the company sucks, you spirit causes retching at the thought of having to be part, but this is nothing more than an attitude, the result of indigestion daily horror and shame, one of the many reactions that you may have.

I turn on the television and discover that a war broke out, two blocks from me that they shot a woman, a child is missing, which is linked to information and the fact that often has a dependent relationship with it.

is not caring for Everything But I get angry thinking that a herd in the enclosure and take chew flags whipping deluded can distract the World Trade Organization ... The next day all together at the concert, theater, rave,
the festival, in the disc, to the pub: herd herdsmen, requiring regular exchangeable form.
Globalization is still made of people, and the interaction between them is inevitably global interaction is the point.

The welfare of a society is the sum of the welfare of individuals who compose it, beautiful equation true? Then we add up the populations of the so-called third world and attempt an equivalence with those of the first world ... global society lives a state of well-being? Now we go down
in the small, playing a little 'with psychology, we try to imagine the truthful answer to the question you're happy in every way? mail to all members of a city, a neighborhood (even well-off) of a household.
It 's a test that can' do anyone, just ask yourself first and people who have around.

Then erase the debt, all right, stop the war, okay, we study Marx and apply it to the end mixed with Gandhi, I agree, svestiamoci spargiamoli of our goods across borders and, yes, but we will be happy in every way?

I leave the cynicism in the fridge.

I fear it's too late for DEGLOBALIZZATE and ensuring self-sufficiency for everyone.

I have faith that it will never be late to realize that to do well in the world comes from doing good to themselves and others in their small ....

Let's stop using the power as a weapon.

The sun will continue to warm for a while ', the universe muove.chiudo eyes and see the stars in the dark.

Breath, gasp, procreation, the smell of hot blood, in the rain forest.

sounds of car horns, wheels of carts, nitrites, acrid smell of smog, noise of waves on sand.

Wailing death, explosions, screams, silence, air on top of a mountain, ripples on the lake, the smell of gunpowder.

shock that the refrigerator s'aziona, land under my bare feet, a knitted wool on the skin, a blade cuts the flesh, howling, the moon among the clouds. And so

living.