Stories and News No. 1135 Once upon a time a human being . A seventy years old creature, in these times . An old and tired person. Not for the age itself. We cannot let the numbers to judge, because words and stories, art and more or less virtuous politics failed in this. It is the story of a wrong life. A living tragedy, further grown up in its horrible semblance of normality. In 1948 the first birthday, while in the background, down there, somewhere, possibly beyond the sea, the picture sadly appears, ever too much like itself. You can see a furrow, a line, a slip of beating flesh. In short, for the most, a strip named Gaza . In the image, to outline the essence of the painting, you might get the plots whose sign insists in the same stretch with dull stubbornness, to confirm the saying that hell is repetition more than anything else: the rockets of Hamas , let they be cursed, if they were really launched, or not, the trail that they draw on the celestial vault in t...
by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher