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Dear readers, dreamers and light seekers: Before pressing the follow button, take a minute and read the official notification bellow my lovely picture. Yes the fine prints on the right of your screen. I do not want you to be disappointed one of these days. Nothing and No-one is sacred to me.
I have created a petition to establish an International Criminal prize named after our “beloved” Pol Pot, in an effort to counter balance The Nobel Peace prize. Take a look and sign it. Benjamin Netanyahu shall be the first to hold this title: “Pol Pot Prize winner” for 2014.
http://www.avaaz.org/en/petition/Avaaz_Comunity_Create_a_Yearly_Pol_Pot_Criminal_Prize/?nyhKfib
Not so long ago Palestine saved the Israeli people from the Pharaoh’s wrath, protected them, gave them refuge and hope.
Not so long ago Palestine and North Africa saved the Israeli people from Isabella’s zealousness, protected them, gave them refuge and hope.
Not so long ago Palestine saved The Israeli people from Adolf’s cleansing, protected them, gave them refuge and hope.
After a history of repayment in “kind” who will save the Israelis next time around. And be sure there will be a next time.
Maybe the Pharaoh, Al- Hakim, Isabella and so many were right. Or maybe Palestine will save the Israeli people one time more from their morbid self.
Save yourself Israelis, forgo Israel and proclaim a Palestinian Free State where all coexist.
It’s your last hope before someone, somehow, sooner not later, marches through the meadows where your temples and spiritless bodies are buried.
In short and simple words; become Palestinians.
Practicing being alone
Sadden by what is gone
Una chiave naufragata in fondo a un lago disperso
Una chiave arrugginita e un corpo nudo
Disperata di averla gettata sei tornata
E ti sei tuffata, e hai cercato, e non l’hai vista
I am the cause
Of my own demise
I try hard to loose
I succeed
I am my worst
Enemy
I do not try
I succeed
A Scotsman’s dream
A single malt
Revolt
United they shall
Stand, no more.
I will cast my voice,
Scotland, free.
A Scotsman’s dream
A single malt
Revolt.
What will be there
To rule.
The infidel shall
Dethrone you.
Your arrogance
Will end you.
Our main destination the convent of saint John in Khensharah. We were visiting the first arabic press, unfortunately or fortunately it was not accessible so late in the after noon. We ended up drinking with father Charbel, the official wine maker of the eastern catholic church in Lebanon.