On July 4, 2011 will recall the bicentennial of the birth of this man who fought without borders for freedom of peoples and with your whole heart of a fighter who was secular and republican Rome!
But that which has the 'I'm Stamatina horse? Here we go again: a force to stay here I speak Roman. Well, well, I wanted 'Unity is blessed ... ... and here it is the result! But back to the horse that is bronze like me: why fret if you get another bus?
"Li Regazzini know '... Regazzini! mica French and, now, the breaches of Villa Sciarra so 'doors.
And the two of us up here, 82 meters above the roof of the world we untouchable, we are history.
Streets, squares (pure this!), Parkways, museums, hotels and "eat and sleep," excuse me "bed & breakfast" in the middle of Old World and New World in the middle: EVERYTHING in my name. And I
up here, statue, still - eternally-riding 'horse that bucks when I'm nobody is looking (Photographers is smart and recognizes them from a distance). If you truly believe and puffing because, he says, that "the weight of history begins to give him trouble (... er," weight "would be me ... ..).
And I not??
IO, the Hero of Two Worlds, the first Freemason of Italy, had chosen Caprera and peace. Here
Peace .... I miss de night, but the view .... Well, yes, that's wonderful.
Dawn lights from the East, one by one over there, every morning, they s'avvivano bridges. If the Light
svejeno them first and that je cammineno above it seems that it gets light vojano light: one step at night ... a step slow, to light. Plan.
Ancient, modern, one broken, one of fierce, the other marble ... and the Island that seems to exceed its bridge and controcorente, go into the sun to warm up faster.
Quiet, quiet! Every morning the same old story ... .. semo in Rome .... The pace of life is a wrong one, and this, just from that blessed unity. But I'm
difettuccio of them just say we know real Romans.
However, every morning is the same story: the hack, memories, more still strong bronze makes me, give me the flavor human nostalgic and far mate ... I
, which I km routes in the thousands, every morning I wash my eyes that lives in this river put himself in a little more , 400.
There are those who, like himself, born in Romagna ... ... there are those who, after thousands of kilometers of Love and Faith ... in the Romagna dies. Thus, Every morning from its water comes and goes I love the sigh of my Donna. The eternal promise of the Dream. Ah
women ............... Women!
I've loved, adored and, from them, I was loved and adored, but she had understood. I had understood.
Today, nearly always a general on horseback, tombstones, monuments, epic stories: all about me believe they say, even I did the History on two continents.
I was just a man who believes in freedom,-determination of peoples, equality. Choosing Caprera believed to have been clear. But from there, my sense 0nore of Consciousness and brought me back away. A new struggles, new resurgence of the men slaves.
that I loved the peace, I was forced to the heroic virtues of a warrior for public life.
From my "hack", every morning looking toward the near horizon, I greet Victor (who was also on horseback), then wait for all those who, accompanied by guides or learned by "Connoisseurs Lovers" come to see me, reading tombstones bronze at my feet put to "eternal memory."
Hero, Freemason of Italy, Father of country, blond and Leader ... ... .... But you know, you, that happens every time, at noon "split" Shoot a cannon ", because the Bells know too much incense!?
Come to the Gianicolo, or - data-time will send an email to my horse.
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