I love you.
I love since I was born. I'm Italian.
I feel 100% Italian. Not Po, no.
If I say I am Po comes to mind, only a large piece of cheese bite. Certainly not a "state". You
150 years, my big, sweet, beloved Italy. That is, there the longest, of course, have existed for millennia, but for the most strange and unfortunate reasons, until 1861 were all divided into fiefdoms, under foreign rule. And mortified. Yes Mortified.
We were, already, all Italians and we could hear him, I shouted, fighting for you, our beautiful nation.
Today, March 17, we celebrate the birthday of your nation, finally, united. United under one banner, under one color.
fact. Under one flag.
White. Red. Green.
The colors of our country. The colors that, when we are away from it, we try in every reverb, in every light in every clime, in every star horizon.
The Italian flag, brought it inside. Always and forever. Cara
Italy, not to listen to all the people who say hurtful words to you. Believe me. These people are the first, usually, to be nostalgic when they are away from your warm embrace of mother and your sunny smile. Happy Birthday
Italy. One hundred of those days. No. exaggerate well: millions of those days.
Because Italy is one and indivisible.
No one should dare to say otherwise, and everyone must always remember.
[Today my two blogs are written to 'unified networks', just to celebrate the birthday of our beloved homeland.
I wanted to write this little ode to small-to declare my unconditional love Italy, I am Italian. And I'm proud.]
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