On women a lot has been said, too much even. Still a manual that has been just published suggests a different approach, which can be deduced easily from the title: "Throw away nothing of women. With 21 recipes on how to cook them". An original idea, no doubt about that. Pity that the problem, with women, isn't how to cook them. But how to digest them.
I've already met a providential man and it was enough.
I know many scoundrels who aren't moralists, but I know of no moralists who aren't scoundrels.
Everybody loves themselves more or less. Silvio Berlusconi more. He doesn't only love himself. He also reciprocates.
Men appreciate and measure but the fortune of others. Their own, never.
One of the problems of Italy is maybe this, having for capital a city disproportionate for name and history, to the simplicity of community that when screams "Forza Roma" only alludes to a soccer team.
It exists a coward middle class that expects to farm out to the Police the task to be spit, to be beaten up and to be killed in order to hold to cover themselves. And the middle class doesn't want even to pay a decent wage to them.
I am not afraid of the death, but to die.