Where are finished
belong to a generation that is the last of the generations.
The last generations to have had dreams, hopes, illusions and projects.
The last generation in which life was still a magical adventure and a journey to discover wonderful places and things, the generation that was last played in the garden, the last to see the broadcast in black and white, the last to still see ox-carts, and used bicycles as a normal means of locomotion, the last to have breakfast with the "sandwich beer." I belong to a generation that thought it was the first greetings to the next and the last thought the salute to those who loves you first to sleep. A generation, the last one still considered the feast of All Saints instead of the Halloween, the generation that celebrated Christmas with a dinner with the family and not with a ball. I belong to a generation, the last where the contacts were maintained orally, or at most from fixed, for most letters and postcards written by the ancient "bic black ink."
belong to a generation, the last 10 years where we wore shorts, or ceremonies in English, belong to a generation, the last for which the Sunday was a sweet slice of bread soaked with water and sugar over. I belong to a generation for whom the stay with friends was more important than playing video games, partly because game was a term unknown.
belong to a generation for whom the height of technology was the recorder coil "Jealous"
, and celebrations for boys (coveted coveted) were organized with the "mangiadischi.
belong to a generation, the last, which saw the celebration of a feast of all of us, longed for, longed for, longed for the whole group. I belong to a generation where solidarity was a term unknown, but in fact we helped each other with facts and not with a text message from a mobile phone.
belong to a generation, the last that made their lives of their dreams, their laughter that was lunch, and that was the enthusiasm of its refreshing sleep.
I belong to a generation, the last, which was detected at the very last, and one that has failed every goal, and has transformed - or better - turn left without intervention, the world as it is today.
belong to a generation that has great memories, but many faults. A generation, mine, that has meant that today's children are without a smile, without dreams, without natural and heartless.
Belong to a generation that has devalued everything, and forgotten their orgine and ensured that the world is changing - and worse - no doubt about the 'work of all of us.
belong to a generation that despite the good intentions and good youth, became a generation of cannibals who eat themselves to each other and eat the world without any criteria.
belong to a generation that has killed the ' essence of being alive, and who buried under a blanket sense of opportunity that commonly call the "business".
Where we ended up and where they are finished, you understand and account for only a conclusion that is never dependent from the others, what 'happens and that happens around us, but it depends on us, from us and from our thinking, first, our work and then if things are as they are.
I am in fact that I contributed to this and not others, I who made this world as it is, and I am that I forgot the courtyard, the bicycle, bread and sugar ... I am.
course it will all be labeled as cosmic pessimism, like any named quell old and new grievances. Most will consider this. But the reality is that everyone knows that the last generation, the mine has made the world was destroyed and that our children were robbed of the future.
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