Microfiber And Microsuede

are no democratic


Voghera - Massima Sicurezza - 1983
“Le divise informi of coarse cloth with printed on the back, "Trani - 1944" (beautiful but we were the same, bastards, God if we were good). And when you put bad music blaring from the speakers fired in all corridors to prevent us from communicating with us, we sang louder, until the swelling veins in his neck. And when, upon arrival, they put naked in a row and made us do six pushups and then force us away under the hot shower to see if the vagina, relaxed by the heat, dropped explosives, encrypted messages, policy documents , clandestine love letters, poked throat and tears in our eyes looking for the most contemptuous and even, some spark of irony. And when, clad in uniforms Nazi military and colored stockings that came down to the calf and shoes at every step of cardboard, pressed by the wind on the neck of the cop who gave the theory of the infinite rhythm of the opening of the gates armored saying "Move, bitch." Yes, even then we were fine, bastards, if God were beautiful. "


words seem rather dated centuries and are part of the diary at least another time Susanna Ronconi, was part, together with Roberto Ognibene, Fabrizio Pelli, Giorgio Semeria , Martin Serafini, the author of the Red Brigades commando assault took place at the headquarters of MSI in Padua on 17 June 1974, the commandos murdered two people, and Joseph Graziano Giralucci Mazzola. A shoot was physically Skins, the only "authorized" by the RB, while Susanna Ronconi was used as a pole and picked up the stolen documents based MSI dala in the bag he was carrying. It was the first murder, although not premeditated, perpetrated by the Red Brigades. Skins
died in prison before the sentence, Ognibene was sentenced to 18 years imprisonment, Ronconi, Semeria to 12 years imprisonment, Serafini to seven years and six months.
from these words that denotes the function of prisons in Italy, which should have the purpose of rehabilitation and reintegration, but in fact far more than punish certain categories "weak."
recall how the last beating of Stephen Cucchi, Giovanardi as guilty of being anorexic and drug addict, justifying so 'the beating by the police and judicial complicity' submissive doctors.
But recently it was dead within the walls of a prison, where he finished because he had two marijuana plants for personal use, Aldo Bianzino, cinquantaquattrenne Pietralunga in northern Umbria, who died in a prison cell of Tabernacles, in Perugia on the night between 13 and 14 October. No trace of apparent violence on his body, but "injuries consistent with homicide," says an autopsy reveals that four cerebral hemorrhages, liver trauma and two broken ribs. They look like the marks of a beating. Still
suicide "wanted" the companion Mary and dozens of cases are deliberately covered up a number of violence within the walls of prisons.
Talking about companies' calendar will raise funds for all types of charities, but not where it should be investigated, or even the ways in which fascists are the masters (do not rule out the murders that have followed recently perpetrated by men in uniform against unarmed citizens (football supporters, protesters, etc.)..
If this is so much sought and democracy for which so much has been fought .. let me say that they are not democratic.

Reptile Respiration Vs. Mamal Respiration

Hour of temptation



We waited all were gone via.Era was a nice evening among friends and friends of the party, but had made the three and a few now he must go to school but we felt bad 'Livia let alone to clean and reset the house so we offered our help and within minutes everything was in order, so that could have gone to bed her as' soon possible and is seated at table, where the remains of pizza and soft drinks made by the master.
"Thanks guys! I gladly accept your help"-she was tired and sleepy, "but let me sit quiet a minute to relax."
we began clearing the table and let her sleep, there were cards on the floor so I bent down to pick them up, I slipped right under the table napkins and condiments, where they had hidden well, got up eyes and saw before me, inadvertently, the clear Livia legs and feet, treated and dressed in elegant black shoes with high heels, short skirts and cream, could be seen with difficulty.
Perhaps it was the glasses in piu ', together with the hormonal madness that caused me the view that I decided to gently brush the legs, as if I had not done on purpose, to observe his reaction.
She did not budge.
I was sweating and shivering at the same time the desire and the fear of screwed it up.
I pulled my mouth to his feet and gently began to kiss and caress you start 'swinging gracefully and malice, the slightly opened her thighs and hands, touching the inside, I tried to dissolve it, and now my tongue was moving towards the knee and my friends do not see me out from under the table, lowered to look, saw everything, but she did not throw 'back, they set the next, waiting for his reaction, but was in ecstasy, in those moments in which rationality is to be tease, G. was the first, lowered the zipper and went 'out of the penis resting on the lips and she slowly began' to insert it in; M. palpate the breasts while I licked her pussy in a frenzy, took the arms and legs for them just on black leather sofa in the living room taking off her skirt, was a white lace thong, naked and above, acted as a banquet our mouths , Breasts, navel, all over the skin, and now, taking turns, taking advantage of his warm lips that tasted what greedy 'that was intended.
After a while, 'she stopped', convinced that the madness was over there.
But it had to be ours; we turned to face the downward 'on the couch, her head' that was not enough and we try 'to wriggle, but he was weak, tired and shines even then was not accompanied by its forces.
unscrewing her thong while his attempts to rid us excited more and more '.
was ours, all ours, every centimeter we have it and gave it to her beginning to enjoy sex and panting, her body moving in harmony with us, the sat on me and I in G. above and M. in the mouth and it was an explosion of delight for the senses and the four of us.

Dawn looked out the window and the light began 'to think about our bodies, I opened my eyes and saw that there were four sleeping on the couch, naked and free, and the total observed in its beauty, that night had given to strong feelings for her and us a great way to end the party, feeling that each of its inhibition, for once, had flown away, leaving room for lust, sex, her desire to enjoy.