The "lupe Arcore" vanguard of the new degradation. Naomi's mother: "A girl that I raised in the light of the Gospel and the Lord. He calls Papi because we brought in the worship of Silvio." The bug of the father of Barbara Guerra
of FRANCIS MERLO
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| with her mother Naomi |
There is nothing special in lupe Arcore in escort in sex workers and less than ever in their bickering, insults and in rivalry with burning cheeks - "they kill each other" Iris confesses Berardi - which are a classic farce scollacciata, a topos of the city where theater beating him, pulling hair and contending
the money of the goat, the Filumena Marturano have always been the laughing Lele Mora and Emilio Fede on duty. But otherwise are very special mothers of Elisa, Sarah, Naomi and many more mothers are bricks-and before the mental and physical exhaustion, which always accompanies the most crude and heavy flavors of life ("I am in a pitiful state" ), shamelessly minimize (and will never ") and highlight only the value of compensation" six thousand euro, you said nothing. " Here are mothers who resemble "Parrini, lenivano those who abused their bodies in exchange for the fortnight, but the acid benevolent witches that prepares and compresses dosavano and turns the tea and the rest at yield, and while tying Rotoloni money with lo spago.
E i padri, che una volta erano il braccio armato dell'educazione, ora, come i fratelli, sembrano assistenti ruffiani. E c'è il signor Faggioli che istruisce la sua Barbara nell'arte d'amare: "Tu in questo momento devi fargli vedere che gli sei vicino". Ed è papà che invita Barbara Guerra a dire a Berlusconi che "mio padre, per il grande rispetto che ha nei suoi confronti" è pronto a mettere una cimice nella sede dei finiani: "digli che io ci ho le chiavi". Anche i fidanzati, che un tempo erano gelosi, oggi sono azionisti di minoranza degli amplessi altrui, come Ale che pretende che la sua Imma si guadagni 'i vestiti', cioè i soldi: "... io penso che non mi dà nothing. "" No? Why not, I'm sorry? I'm pissed! Oh. "" Oh love, but as I know. I do not do anything with him ...". "Oh, but you're stupid?".
Sold by mothers, fathers, brothers and boyfriends Arcore the wolves are not the victims but the vanguard of a deterioration of family that does not exist anywhere in the civilized world and even unheard of in Italy, which is the land of Mother Mary, the birth rate, the home of the crib.
There had never been, even in large national catalog, these poor mothers seeking a ransom faded into the body of her daughters to offer it to customers old and rich and at the same time, the plastic surgeon's scalpel. There was still, in the myth of matriarchal Mediterranean and Italian mother, Mrs. Anna Palumbo collects twenty thousand euro from accountant Berlusconi: "My Noemi - told the newspaper - it is a girl that I raised in the light of the Gospel and Lord ". Naomi's face, "there are at least 17 000 euro just lifting," wrote Christian Family: alterations, forgeries, an avid adolescence of her daughter on her appearance, education, family looking for redemption in the creation of a ' anthropology surgical success based on the idea of \u200b\u200bbeauty tips and photos posted by Berlusconi manipulator Signorini, all of toast with a sugar daddy, with popes, which is both Gozzano and Freud, tenderness and pedophilia. "My husband frequents minors," said Mrs. Veronica Lario and the weekly "Who?" Letizia became the family-escort, tronista fake boyfriend, mom and dad blesses training: "My daughter calls him popes because we brought in the worship of Silvio."
Sure, there are mothers in the history of Italy's beautiful, with Anna Magnani commoner who is under the illusion that beauty can redeem it all and above all poverty, and there are competitions and selections miss Italy with the image of the hateful mother unbuttoning her blouse to lure teenage daughter's breasts lewd eyes of the jury. And there is the case, unique and terrible, and for that recalled the story of a thirteen-year ceded to Victor Emaunele II "from a very bad mother" who noted Carlo Dossi "began to circulate in the carriage." And there is Italy in the Fellini's mother who drags her daughter in front of the English superstar, "I present my baby, he can sing, dance, act and was also in London. Come on, say something ..." . And the girl: "Hi."
There are in fact in our history, the mothers will do anything and maybe even to humble but never to sell their daughters and sons, and because Italian mothers, because mothers-breasts, because the Italian mother has the charm fragile and determining simple and clear and I can think of little my mother Yara and the mother of Sarah, which is so different from each other, treat journalists with the same rigor of motherhood torn. There are mothers and wives as Marella Agnelli and as Sofia Loren and Mina and mom was the same as that Berlusconi was the only sweet thing in his life mad, or - bulk quote - Luciana Castellina and Anna Craxi, Eleonora Moro Ilary Blasi, Franca Ciampi, the Seredova Buffon, Gemma ... Calabresi, lord of Italy, master of the house, voices and faces old and new traditions of our civilization women, Italian women of today, energetic and nervous as beautiful Isabella Rossellini and Monica Bellucci, or reserved and elegant as the widow of Enrico Berlinguer and Carla Fracci, and I think about how mothers were wonderfully tough Marcella Ferrara, historic collaboration of Togliatti, and Palma Bucarelli, the lady of contemporary art. We had only Filumena Marturano, the Two Women and Anna Magnani. The Italian mothers are characters in the novel of national feelings. And there's "Mother unknown," the mother who once again has been sung in San Remo, the mother who dreams of graduating, a son, grandchildren and suspicious of drama schools because they think, the old, that "female that moves the hip / or whore, or just about missing "that is certainly not a proverb but it was a reactionary defense against this craze to sell against the competition for "miss maglietta bagnata", contro le selezioni per diventare veline che - va detto chiaro - non è un mestiere. Non ci vuole il metodo Stanislavskij per trasformarsi in eccellenze del tacere agitando i fianchi, campionesse di velocità nel cambio degli stivali e dei pantaloncini corti, non è necessario frequentare l'Actor's Studio per formare corpi senza erotismo, fantasmi televisivi, lolite smaterializzate e desessualizzate, il sesso senza eros, il ballo senza sapori. Eppure la professione di velina eccita queste nuove mamme italiane, perché appunto basta la "bella presenza" e nient'altro, come ha dimostrato a Sanremo Elisabetta Canalis.
Ma forse per capire il degrado e la corruzione della famiglia italiana bisogna per contrasto aver visto in tv quell'intervista rubata al papà di Ruby, al venditore ambulante marocchino e musulmano. Sdentato, malvestito, povero ma non corrotto come i padri e le madri delle lupe italiane, ha tentato di cacciare i giornalisti urlando in dialetto sicilian-marocchino: "Itivinni, itivinni". E quando gli hanno detto che Ruby lo accusava di averla picchiata perché era diventata cattolica: "Ma quali botte. Ma quale cattolica. Quella di televisione si era ammalata".
E i padri, che una volta erano il braccio armato dell'educazione, ora, come i fratelli, sembrano assistenti ruffiani. E c'è il signor Faggioli che istruisce la sua Barbara nell'arte d'amare: "Tu in questo momento devi fargli vedere che gli sei vicino". Ed è papà che invita Barbara Guerra a dire a Berlusconi che "mio padre, per il grande rispetto che ha nei suoi confronti" è pronto a mettere una cimice nella sede dei finiani: "digli che io ci ho le chiavi". Anche i fidanzati, che un tempo erano gelosi, oggi sono azionisti di minoranza degli amplessi altrui, come Ale che pretende che la sua Imma si guadagni 'i vestiti', cioè i soldi: "... io penso che non mi dà nothing. "" No? Why not, I'm sorry? I'm pissed! Oh. "" Oh love, but as I know. I do not do anything with him ...". "Oh, but you're stupid?".
Sold by mothers, fathers, brothers and boyfriends Arcore the wolves are not the victims but the vanguard of a deterioration of family that does not exist anywhere in the civilized world and even unheard of in Italy, which is the land of Mother Mary, the birth rate, the home of the crib.
There had never been, even in large national catalog, these poor mothers seeking a ransom faded into the body of her daughters to offer it to customers old and rich and at the same time, the plastic surgeon's scalpel. There was still, in the myth of matriarchal Mediterranean and Italian mother, Mrs. Anna Palumbo collects twenty thousand euro from accountant Berlusconi: "My Noemi - told the newspaper - it is a girl that I raised in the light of the Gospel and Lord ". Naomi's face, "there are at least 17 000 euro just lifting," wrote Christian Family: alterations, forgeries, an avid adolescence of her daughter on her appearance, education, family looking for redemption in the creation of a ' anthropology surgical success based on the idea of \u200b\u200bbeauty tips and photos posted by Berlusconi manipulator Signorini, all of toast with a sugar daddy, with popes, which is both Gozzano and Freud, tenderness and pedophilia. "My husband frequents minors," said Mrs. Veronica Lario and the weekly "Who?" Letizia became the family-escort, tronista fake boyfriend, mom and dad blesses training: "My daughter calls him popes because we brought in the worship of Silvio."
Sure, there are mothers in the history of Italy's beautiful, with Anna Magnani commoner who is under the illusion that beauty can redeem it all and above all poverty, and there are competitions and selections miss Italy with the image of the hateful mother unbuttoning her blouse to lure teenage daughter's breasts lewd eyes of the jury. And there is the case, unique and terrible, and for that recalled the story of a thirteen-year ceded to Victor Emaunele II "from a very bad mother" who noted Carlo Dossi "began to circulate in the carriage." And there is Italy in the Fellini's mother who drags her daughter in front of the English superstar, "I present my baby, he can sing, dance, act and was also in London. Come on, say something ..." . And the girl: "Hi."
There are in fact in our history, the mothers will do anything and maybe even to humble but never to sell their daughters and sons, and because Italian mothers, because mothers-breasts, because the Italian mother has the charm fragile and determining simple and clear and I can think of little my mother Yara and the mother of Sarah, which is so different from each other, treat journalists with the same rigor of motherhood torn. There are mothers and wives as Marella Agnelli and as Sofia Loren and Mina and mom was the same as that Berlusconi was the only sweet thing in his life mad, or - bulk quote - Luciana Castellina and Anna Craxi, Eleonora Moro Ilary Blasi, Franca Ciampi, the Seredova Buffon, Gemma ... Calabresi, lord of Italy, master of the house, voices and faces old and new traditions of our civilization women, Italian women of today, energetic and nervous as beautiful Isabella Rossellini and Monica Bellucci, or reserved and elegant as the widow of Enrico Berlinguer and Carla Fracci, and I think about how mothers were wonderfully tough Marcella Ferrara, historic collaboration of Togliatti, and Palma Bucarelli, the lady of contemporary art. We had only Filumena Marturano, the Two Women and Anna Magnani. The Italian mothers are characters in the novel of national feelings. And there's "Mother unknown," the mother who once again has been sung in San Remo, the mother who dreams of graduating, a son, grandchildren and suspicious of drama schools because they think, the old, that "female that moves the hip / or whore, or just about missing "that is certainly not a proverb but it was a reactionary defense against this craze to sell against the competition for "miss maglietta bagnata", contro le selezioni per diventare veline che - va detto chiaro - non è un mestiere. Non ci vuole il metodo Stanislavskij per trasformarsi in eccellenze del tacere agitando i fianchi, campionesse di velocità nel cambio degli stivali e dei pantaloncini corti, non è necessario frequentare l'Actor's Studio per formare corpi senza erotismo, fantasmi televisivi, lolite smaterializzate e desessualizzate, il sesso senza eros, il ballo senza sapori. Eppure la professione di velina eccita queste nuove mamme italiane, perché appunto basta la "bella presenza" e nient'altro, come ha dimostrato a Sanremo Elisabetta Canalis.
Ma forse per capire il degrado e la corruzione della famiglia italiana bisogna per contrasto aver visto in tv quell'intervista rubata al papà di Ruby, al venditore ambulante marocchino e musulmano. Sdentato, malvestito, povero ma non corrotto come i padri e le madri delle lupe italiane, ha tentato di cacciare i giornalisti urlando in dialetto sicilian-marocchino: "Itivinni, itivinni". E quando gli hanno detto che Ruby lo accusava di averla picchiata perché era diventata cattolica: "Ma quali botte. Ma quale cattolica. Quella di televisione si era ammalata".
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