was with the rise of a new horizon that sank the firm idea of \u200b\u200ba world that stood still, without turning into a ball, because then, if you run, the balls are big trouble. Dante had been put on a pedestal and all they could, from below, admire a lot better. This
Stilnovo, then over time was also in vogue with the cubist discos, real landfill ear trumpet of the twentieth century, a real boon to the otolaryngologist, such as low waist pants for urologists. But what resolved the fate of the dermatologists were, above all doubt, tattoos and piercings. If we step back and turn right, then onto the main road, we definitely see that la terra è rotonda, senza accanirci con l’ANAS, che cerca di rendere un servizio che ci va a quel servizio e brucia un po’. Da lì, quando non c’è traffico, si può fare anche la considerazione “eppur si muove”, sempre che la macchina non ci lasci per strada. E che a piedi il mondo ci sembra diverso.
E che alla fine del mondo ci fosse un nuovo continente non è una novità, ma che Bramante, pur bramando, non vi era mai stato, forse fa la differenza, come fa capire chi è veramente sulla rotta delle Indie, anche perché chi l’ha rotta? Se la rotta è rotta, è inutile prendersela col vicino di casa, che magari ha i suoi problemi con Lutero, che inventava un Nuovo Testamento and indeed continued to protest even sending him to hell. But it is a bit 'indulgent indulgences! Then seem to me an excuse these protests.
Some have loans and who is to lend his wife of his friend. Then finish this with this story of friendship! I do not you come and say that there is much difference between the course and the uterus: it's only a matter of addressing the problems in depth. I feel a little 'pressured lately. Maybe it was the Gutenberg press in Nuremberg, but having all those characters and not a single character, with all that happens, it takes character to imprint an indelible mark. Indelible then on paper. Oh yes is easy to say on paper, we need to see in practice. In practice, the period I'm going through, leads me to regard with suspicion a piece of cheese and insistently ask you are neither fish nor fowl, but then who are you?
What I'm going through a period sometimes on foot, sometimes by car or train, I do not get you anywhere. His part as well, that man, Christ, I think it's called Christ, named Pigeon, no, Palumbo, but no ... I have at your fingertips ... ah yes, Cornacchia, Crow Christ. What should have been given the name to America, but instead thought of going to India. To go around the world, if it is just round Ciack, turn! A story of the world. If America had called Cornacchiola Scornacchiati and if all they had invaded the world and broke the balls the entire universe, would have been a different story.
a different story. What then, who invented the phone?
know better what they invented the telephone, which also is ancient history. The new history is not history yet, nor the laws on the books of text, that text did not ever. You do not do text text!
read, study, but we think? To be without press? And I feel much less pressured about how I feel. A life without presses.
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