Saturday, January 1, 2011

Ppaike Zmer Sp Z O.o.

"Someone was a communist because Berlinguer was a good person ..."

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Il 1° Gennaio del 2003 se ne andò un Genio, Giorgio Gaber, colui che disse: “Non temo Berlusconi in sé, temo Berlusconi in me”. Qui di seguito, riporto un suo bellissimo testo: “Qualcuno era comunista”.

Qualcuno era comunista perché era nato in Emilia.

Qualcuno era comunista perché il nonno, lo zio, il papà, ... La mamma no.

Qualcuno era comunista perché vedeva la Russia come una promessa, la Cina come una poesia, il comunismo come il paradiso terrestre.

Qualcuno era comunista perché si sentiva solo.

Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva avuto un'educazione troppo cattolica.

Qualcuno era comunista perché il cinema lo esigeva, il teatro lo esigeva, la pittura lo esigeva, la letteratura anche: ohi, lo esigevano tutti.

Qualcuno era comunista perché “la storia è dalla nostra parte!”… (!!)

Qualcuno era comunista perché glielo avevano detto.

Qualcuno era comunista perché non gli avevano detto tutto.

Qualcuno era comunista perché prima (prima, prima...) era fascista.

Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva capito che la Russia andava piano, ma lontano... (!!)

Qualcuno era comunista Berlinguer because it was a good person.

Someone was a communist because Andreotti was not a good person ...

Someone was a communist because he was rich, but he loved the people ...

Someone was a communist because he drank wine and was moved to the celebrations.

Someone was a communist because he was an atheist so he needed another

God someone was a communist because he was so fascinated by the workers who wanted to be one of them.

Someone was a communist because he could not do more than the worker.

anyone was a Communist because he wanted the pay increase.

because someone was a communist revolution? ... Today, no. Tomorrow, maybe. But tomorrow, for sure!

because someone was a communist ... "The bourgeoisie, the proletariat class struggle, shit !"...

was common for someone to anger his father.

Someone was watching only because the Communist RAI3.

Someone was a communist fashion, someone on principle, some in frustration.

Someone was nationalized Communist because he wanted everything!

Someone was a communist because he did not know civil servants, parastatal bodies and the like ...

anyone was a Communist because he had mistaken the dialectical materialism for the Gospel According to Lenin.

because someone was a communist believed to have behind him the working class.

because someone was a communist was more common than others.

Someone was a communist because there was a large Communist Party.

Someone was a communist though there was the Great Communist Party.

Someone was a communist because there was nothing better.

Someone was because we had the worst communist Socialist party in Europe!

Someone was because the communist state, worse than here, only Uganda ...

Someone was a communist because he was over forty years of Democrat governments incapable and mafiosi.

because someone was a communist Piazza Fontana, Brescia, la stazione di Bologna, l'Italicus, Ustica, eccetera, eccetera, eccetera!...

Qualcuno era comunista perché chi era contro, era comunista!

Qualcuno era comunista perché non sopportava più quella cosa sporca che ci ostiniamo a chiamare democrazia!

Qualcuno, qualcuno credeva di essere comunista, e forse era qualcos'altro.

Qualcuno era comunista perché sognava una libertà diversa da quella americana.

Qualcuno era comunista perché credeva di poter essere vivo e felice solo se lo erano anche gli altri.

Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva bisogno di una spinta verso qualcosa di nuovo, perché era disposto I change every day, because he felt the need for a different morality.

Because maybe it was just a force, a flight, a dream.

was just an impulse, a desire to change things, to change lives.

Someone was a communist because everyone was standing next to this momentum as more than himself: it was like two people in one. On the one hand the personal daily toil, and the other a sense of belonging to a race that he wanted to fly, to really change your life.

No, no regrets. Perhaps even then many had spread its wings without being able to fly like gulls hypothetical.

And now?

Even now it feels in two: one hand, the man entered, respectfully through the squalor of their daily survival, and on the other gull, even without the intention of the flight. Because now the dream has shrunk. Two

misery in one body.

(Giorgio Gaber)

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