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South Sudan: the secret pact between Joseph Kony and Al Bashir

taken from second protocol

that Joseph Kony, leader of the Lord's Resistance Army (LRA), and Al Bashir, President dictator of Sudan, were in league for at least 20 years and everyone knows that the two are wanted by the International Criminal Court (ICC) for war crimes is another news note, but agreed to boycott the secession of South Sudan at a time when the whole world looks at what is happening in southern Sudan is really too.

The thing is very serious, because the Sudan People Liberation Movement which manages the Southern Sudan, just to gain independence from Khartoum, would be willing to extremes, which simply put means to go to war. A new war between South Sudan and the Sudan ignite the entire Great Lakes region. This is due to a series of regional alliances, sometimes cross, which would impact different countries against each other. Certainly the Uganda take the field alongside the SPLM, the Congo and the DRC could move from Sudan, as well as the Central African Republic (there is a treaty of mutual aid among the three). Surely they will rebel groups operating in those areas. This could cause the reaction of Rwanda, who for years claimed some lands Congolese. [read more]

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The matter of the paintings

... "I was always struck by this affair of the pictures .. They
on for years, then without anything happening, they fall down.
There they attached to the nail, no one does anything, but they
at some point fall down like stones. "
A film, a book .. maybe a friend told me ..
Why this phrase I came back constantly in your head?
What was it? I do not remember.
two in the morning. A deafening noise of breaking.
deep sleep. It 's a moment .. noise. Forte. Net.
Too many pictures before you open your eyes: there is someone,
the door wide open, hands flying strong
much light all at once. Middle of the night.
A deafening noise of breaking.
stronger so the heart could not beat.
I open my eyes. Darkness before dark and even now.
"Turn on the light." And 'one of my sisters.
Coincidentally the three of us in the same room only for one night.
"Do not cry. Turn on the light. "
Light. I see it, I know, rearrange my path with your eyes.
The framework has been dropped .. on the shelf, hit CDs,
one after the other against the empty piggy bank, then the candles, the music box
.. on the coffee table .. there, the only damage ..
pieces of crystal.
Stronger than my heart could not beat it ..
My sisters .. the baby cries, the biggest talk to me.
It 's you who made that picture. Grande, colorful ..
There is a story within:
A human being half woman and half horse, strong and smiling
goes to meet her badly.
A red and black monster that comes out of his own flesh,
ready to kill her with his arrow.
She fears him, but it feeds on. Confronts him.
While there, the shadow knight, the man on the hill near the
moon is far away. It is not clear if he wants to save or
is saying goodbye forever ..
I get up even if it seems to me
are doing things to an extreme speed.
I take the picture and put it aside as to protect it, then I look
all in the details ..
begin to count the pieces of crystal to know the exact number. How
obsession in me always .. In that position fell
things? What is broken?
Seeking a meaning for everything, I want it now, instantly, without stopping
and I repeat that sentence .. but do not remember where ..
"The matter of the paintings. In absolute silence with
stir around. There is a reason.
Why at this very moment? What 's happening in a nail
to decide where it can not do it anymore? "
A film, a book, a friend. I collect everything.
The crystal is like glass? Seven years of misery?
plays the carillon, the firm .. What should I know?
There's a reason, I know .. But I do not see now. Why
stronger so the heart could not beat .. The small
was asleep again. The big one is left in bed ..
"Leave the light on .. maybe go a little 'fear .. "
" I want some' water '.. In bed. Now. Everything dark.
I think and then try to sleep .. Even that sentence.
Where you from? I do not ever transmit there. White wall.
I have to move house. Someone from another part
at the same time took an important decision.
Like my nail. As my picture ...
He did give my sister broke it to me .. And 'I ..
Nobody knows it but we cried in front of that picture ..
"What's his name?"
"I do not have a title .."
"I like ... I like that from ever titles.
Or maybe we are .. but they never say aloud.
And the man who is close to the moon? What are you doing there?
's going away forever or wants to save her? .. "
" I do not know who will "
" And because she smiles? .. There is a monster so big .. "
" Take it .. .. And 'you .. "And
' my .. that picture is here and we are at my house ..
must happen if something has to happen to me ..
My sisters .. must feel good ..
"I knew you'd enjoy .. because it's like a fairy tale .. "
I fall asleep right away. Just think.
E 'anger that makes me calm.
I hate that deafening noise of breaking.
Why at this very moment?
you think is most beautiful at night ..? What 's that I should understand?
"Burn, burn ..!"
"Turn on the light .. What have you done? "
" feet "
" What? "
" There is blood .. I have some spare .. "
" Crystal! .. Go to disinfect .. makes you so bad? "
"Yes, yes of course it hurts me very badly .."
"Go and wash .. what are you waiting? Come on, I'll take you .. "
" It hurts you understand ..? So .. too bad "
" .. Tell me one thing .. but you expect it yet ..? "
" Who? "..
"... The closest man to the moon .."
"... ... .. And you ?......"

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discovered the underground network to help the Jews to Pius XII

taken from www.h2onews.org

Pius XII created an underground network to save the lives of Jews persecuted by the Nazis. One of the members of this network is still alive: it is the Italian priest Giancarlo Centioni, class of 1912. From 1940 to 1945 was a military chaplain in Rome of the Voluntary Militia for National Security and lived in a house of the German priests involved in the rescue network.

"So my fellow priests Pallottines, who came from Hamburg, had founded a company called" Raphael's Verein (Society of San Raffaele), which had been set up to help the Jews. "

This network passport delivery and money to Jewish families to flee.

"The money and passports were given by Father Anton Weber, and were delivered to people. But he obtained them directly from the Secretary of State of His Holiness, by name and on behalf of Pius XII. "

interventions of this network began even before the German invasion of Italy.

"I started before the war, lasted at least as far as I know, even after '45, because the relationship with Weber's father, especially, were very much alive ... Vatican, with the Jews ... a lot of good people. Including those who have helped us then we hid two Jewish: a writer (Melchior), Joy, and a great musician and composer in Vienna in time, writing songs and was the operetta, Erwin Frimm Kozab. I hid it from Via Giuseppe, Via Bari, the other in Via Pettinari 57, and they helped us a lot by giving precise directions, etc.. etc. ".

Don Centioni ensures that hundreds of people who could help were aware of who was behind all this.

"They helped Pius XII, by priests, through the" Raphael's Verein ", through the Divine Word Society of Germany in Rome." [read more]

Make Paragraphs About School

The friend

I can not bear it any longer .. Your weight .. on me. E 'continuous, as if you never come off. Why am I talking about? I can no longer console. I can not make you feel good.
So why do not you get rid of me .. instead of smeared makeup and tears? They are only good to make you do bad dreams now, right? As if what makes your head up to me .. how comfortable are you about me .. Stop choking with your hair! I do not bite! You will not get anything like that and not even know it. You are worse than when you were a child and I can not stand you anymore. Do you think that everything will be due. Do you think that everyone is here to listen in on your paranoia. You're crazy! I will never forgive you. You were going to kill him .. Fuck you! But that pops into your mind? Want to use me to kill your brother? But risolveteveli your own family problems! And do not tell me you were kidding. Do not tell me you were playing. Do not believe anyone. We stand by when I was 15. Do you remember?! The move .. Home new .. the new room .. and then I. .. faithful friend of your nights. You were always too busy. Your teenager has been destructive to me. He tried to kiss me to see if one day we'd be successful with the kids .. and I'm not complaining. Absorbed in your saliva and red lipstick that you took your mother on the sly. Then we switched to colored pencils, nail polish and hot chocolate always fall by accident. Do not they teach you that you do not eat in bed? How many have you made me go? Why? I want to know just that .. What have I done wrong to happen in your life and stay there ..
Ok, you lost your job .. but along with that also the reason. You can not deny it. Try to react instead of sitting all day at home. You blame me .. I like throw things against the walls and then pretend that I hold you .. Just to let you rest!
I hope that those scissors in your hand now, is for me .. to finish me. It makes no sense as well. I will not be your accomplice. Not anymore. I'm taking to become a murderess for others and a constant torment for you. Can no longer stand not your head. I do not want to hear your smell. Get those scissors and cut the feathers. Do not do other crap please! Do it now! What are you doing? I said you have to do to me! What are you doing stupid ?.......
We just needed this ... your blood .. also you should have this stain.

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pillow one morning

The climb was hard, I just leaned the bike tree with a feeling of exhaustion, when I saw him climb from a distance.
The man dressed in blue, I had heard since I arrived in the country in search of work, but I never thought of him as a real person.
"A rich man and rude." "It 's always dressed the same way." "I do not know the age, but is an old man who does not age." "Nobody has ever figured out where you live." "It appears when you least expect it." "Bossy and bizarre." "I do not remember the name."
The information of the people, burned my throat, as if I were the same as if wanting to say. All those things, maybe I knew all along. His every step was a kick in the stomach, because I already hated him. Just that morning the sun was mine, as well as everything else. It was my peace, my time. I was not sure that just walked in my direction, but I could not help but watch it. He and a nettle sprigs that held in both hands, as if it were meant to give it balance, security, importance. When I realized that I was walking towards him, I stopped with rage, I screamed and fell short but decided half tear in his left eye. Now we were one step away. His eyes were so quiet that suddenly I relaxed so much that you feel the need to sleep. Sleep .. as all persons at some point there are no more .. and sleep .. without their endless sleep. And their "whole" comeback to remember what you did when you were all awake and neighbors .. And so I saw many faces, all together in that one face at that moment I had before. My body wanted to fall, but did not have the time. The man dressed in blue, with the strength of the quietness of his eyes, bit my upper lip, until I draw blood. The only thing that made me realize that I was totally immobile, it was a blink of an eye which also brought down half a tear on the right side. He took my hand squeezing it with me, in one of its branches of nettle and said: "When you meet someone who thinks of love, do not you ever cry from one eye. "

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The boy

My mother thinks that the cold just hits me in the neck. E 'for this reason that forces me to wear jackets that hold me tight, strong, and I take your breath away.
She does not care that the sleeves are short, the important thing is to have your neck covered.
do not understand why you always give so little importance to the wrists. They too cold at times. My parents are strong now and have got used to everything, like me.
were used to being naked, you are used to the teasing of my classmates, they have become accustomed to the weight of my head when I lean on them and wait for my mother ....
When he goes to work in the evening, I always carry with her. And I have to sit down and shut up, houses are always different. I often stop at the entrance, sometimes in the kitchen when the ladies want to offer me a glass of milk. I drink very slowly, because I do not like milk, but at least I have something to do in all that time. I'd rather sit at home, so I could go without a jacket and play the way I want. Yes, because in the homes of strangers, you can not remove the jacket, is a gesture of confidence that I I can not afford, why should I stay in my place. My place is my house. But if there is no father, she will not let me. He is afraid he could hurt me, why do you think are sensitive. But how can I hurt myself, if the only thing that really hurts are the jackets that make me? When I was younger, I unplugged a button with his teeth and I swallowed. The button was small, but even I was little. I could die. But I'm still alive. I live and with so many jackets.
My mother says my jackets were sewn specially for me by my grandmother. I do not believe it, because my grandmother died many years ago. How did he know about me? In fact, he did not know anything. If she were still alive I would say it to him: "Dear Grandma, you've got it all wrong! The jackets that do not like at all. " But perhaps it would offend, and offend my mother, who is a very special person. He does not work every day, but when it does, is always a miracle. She says so. Because she helps women to give birth. I do not know how it works exactly the thing, but I think it is very painful. While I wait, I always hear so many screams. Many women, many shouting, so much water, so many clothes, so much blood. (...)

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The smell of the other

The pasta is hot now. Who was to come for lunch?! .. None .. When you cook it .. with love .. it's just that you do for me. But I should change ... I got fouled. They told me that I neglect .... Do I have to tint the hair ... I believe that with all that I neglect to do. I have no time. I never have time for me. And it's your fault if you do not have time ... if I neglect. Look! How disgusting that you are .. seem Rubber like you crumpled. You're made up, bitch! Stand straight with your shoulders. Look, I pity you! Are you happy now, right?! Now that you have done one of those scenes that you were not ever able to do. I gave the cue. And you did it! The smiles of a lifetime have been fucked up with nothing. Congratulations! We were engaged for thirty years to be a family "as it should." It could not last forever .. No! You were supposed to make the bitch, take my whole life and then vomit on him. Old bastard! Continue to take a kick if I was sure of you still hurts. You must die to the end. How dare you? .. You .. to judge .. me? After I did everything what you wanted ... I run your commands as if they were suggestions .. I have made my life what you wanted to do with your ... I was fine all .. but fuck!
At one point stopped. Let me do my own thing. Horror? ... It 's so that the name? ..
spit shit on your daughter and is the result. Who are you to say that what I was doing was wrong? I
I helped!
was my way of helping them. I did my part.
was not sin. You've always been obsessed with this story of sin. It was what I should do. It was for them. We must do something for others .. You have taught me .. not grow at all alone ... (...)

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First post!

Hello! Soon I will start I post excerpts of monologues, lyrics and stories .. So you can get an idea of \u200b\u200bmy "style" and if you like .. keep you updated on what I write ..