Where is a country where you can say to a husband
that you can not attend the cremation of his wife?
Where is a country where you can see and touch the smoking ashes of his wife but not to withdraw because
-urn-available tomorrow? Where
urn-available-requires an agency the day after tomorrow?
Where is a country where there is no need to die of a decree? Where
smile, after nature has once again run its course,
nell'ottusità of Parliament regime, is considered disdicente?
Where is the irony killed by a sneer of death and it is called the party of life?
Where is the shame and honor are dedicated roads fugitives disappeared?
Where who has covered the fugitive insults and coins disappeared, now called roads;
with the servants who thanked and pruning oaks and mimosas, are reborn Rome?
Where a clown took power from his servants and whores?
where the left is wounded or disappeared completely and the right
has sold itself and its ideals.
Where the chrysalis of the Church of Christ has taken the place of Christ's Church
and papal claims prebends and has no compassion;
and forgets piety, reason and mystery for much less than thirty pieces of silver.
What is to be poets in Italy where she died with the hope
pretty valleys to make the Minister to the Government;
where it is better to have a nice ass is a pure soul?
