Being Italian has never been a value, an honor or a disgrace. I have brown eyes like her hair (yes, they are definitely solid), I eat, sleep, breath, and I am Italian, that's all. I'm not Italian
sporadically when we win the World Cup, no less so when I see the prime minister does baucettete to Merkel. Simply I was born in a country that I love, full of underground cities, but without a vocation, a country that is the sum of a thousand neighborhoods, a country that knows if you go to the North of Germany and South Africa knows, a country where you can do anything and never get bored. A young country still, despite its 150 years, which has not yet learned to make the nation.
Being Italian, who hit in the ass.
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