The feeling of these hours is similar to what I felt when driving the car to where I had fallen asleep, resting on its roof to slide, shrieking, for meter and meter, has finally stopped.
Then, I remember the silence and move all the fingers. In the mouth, I had a taste of asphalt, steel and glass to give a physical reality and an experience that I otherwise would have seemed like a fact.
I just nearly died, I thought, and it was technically true.
remember that while the land was above the sky, I waited, helpless, that everything was over, too stunned to hope that there would be a later, where all the things I would like to know reappeared. Then, at some point, stopped the race upside down.
Physics mundane talk of friction.
these months, indeed the latter years of our public life brought me back to quell'abitacolo, when any reference was lost and looking precipitate nowhere was the only thing I knew to do. Yesterday, finally, running on the roof was again stopped and things are back to being the same as the ones we have ever experienced.
The material they are made of our institutions is elastic and capable of being stretched, bent, in some cases even formed, according to convenience. But there is an inherent limit, insurmountable for those who want to shape it: that by the nature of matter. The paper (including the Constitution) can collapse, crush, press and crumpled in a fist tight. No matter how strong the pressure exerted on it, however, the links between the cells that make up the structure However the lead again to resume its original shape, natural, not just hold that the forces will not.
course, today, our paper is all wrinkled and you must take care that it can ridistendersi completely, making it easy again to anyone reading his message. Yesterday it was reaffirmed a key point: every citizen, however rich, popular, powerful and arrogant he is, is equal to the others before the law.
Then, I remember the silence and move all the fingers. In the mouth, I had a taste of asphalt, steel and glass to give a physical reality and an experience that I otherwise would have seemed like a fact.
I just nearly died, I thought, and it was technically true.
remember that while the land was above the sky, I waited, helpless, that everything was over, too stunned to hope that there would be a later, where all the things I would like to know reappeared. Then, at some point, stopped the race upside down.
Physics mundane talk of friction.
these months, indeed the latter years of our public life brought me back to quell'abitacolo, when any reference was lost and looking precipitate nowhere was the only thing I knew to do. Yesterday, finally, running on the roof was again stopped and things are back to being the same as the ones we have ever experienced.
The material they are made of our institutions is elastic and capable of being stretched, bent, in some cases even formed, according to convenience. But there is an inherent limit, insurmountable for those who want to shape it: that by the nature of matter. The paper (including the Constitution) can collapse, crush, press and crumpled in a fist tight. No matter how strong the pressure exerted on it, however, the links between the cells that make up the structure However the lead again to resume its original shape, natural, not just hold that the forces will not.
course, today, our paper is all wrinkled and you must take care that it can ridistendersi completely, making it easy again to anyone reading his message. Yesterday it was reaffirmed a key point: every citizen, however rich, popular, powerful and arrogant he is, is equal to the others before the law.
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