Merry Christmas to all, and especially compliments
cocks for those Santas who have hung in every fucking balcony of the city, an army of red pimples that climbs into homes to bring confusion in the minds of children .. If I'm your son I would say: "dad, but you're a jerk?" Santa Claus is one, especially down the chimney, not climbing over a balcony, but you know the story or were you born yesterday? " But that was not why I wasted my time with you, from the attic with a glass of raisin toast in hand to you, your families, I wish you a happy Christmas and I invite you to strive: the night of 24 at midnight to let your imagination work, imagine not being seated at abuffarvi Pandora and panettone but in the waiting room of the maternity ward of the hospital where the nurse comes out with a creature, frail and cold in his arms and tells you that you have become a father. Well, damn ignorant, unimaginative, I do hope that the Christmas break in your heart everything I feel in the eyes of a child, a newborn creature, I wish you all a thousand live what they dream for him and for you moment, not a son but whatever your child, not a child but any child of God
For my part, by all the marginalized, part of every abused child, from every favelas of the world, from every ill, every disabled person of any prisoner, irrespective of the chain, all those who live in this fucking attic always and forever, heart Merry Christmas. Good rebirth, good morning.
to Cantasorie soon.
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