Mario Salieri Free Fhotos

I'll give you the Mundial

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bread and circuses, wrote Juvenal.

two thousand years have passed since then and has not changed hardly anything. Millions of stunned

beings, first, first to the gladiators, now before the wave motion, sinusoidal, elliptical ball kicked by a billionaire in short trousers.

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The shouts of the crowd cheers the goal scored.

Manco's in my pocket was some luck.

contrast, the black despair that hangs over the multitude, almost a mourning for the defeat of their favorites.

World public opinion distracted (but never paid attention?) From the real problems, while the powerful are scratching and dirty business in peace.

Rivers of money spent behind the game, while there were never enough funds for medical and scientific research.

strange planet and strange creatures living there.

So reasoned the Captain, sitting in his comfortable chair in the control room of the ship Zaporat off the asteroid belt.

watched for many years the unfolding of life on earth, recently every four of these terrestrial year is prepared, between the public interest, the complex organization of the World Cup.

This was the edition of 2010, at least according to their primary calendar.

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The commander of the vessel, recently appointed admiral, was asked to evaluate this civilization in rapid growth, it was a delicate mission.

fact, it was being considered by the Grand Council of Pure and enlightened minds, the possibility of annexation of these curious beings at the Civil Parliament of the Races.

Likewise, also evaluated the possibility of their elimination, but only if they emerged grounds of dangerousness.

Experience had shown that it was better that way, crazy races were a problem for the entire Universe, you could not do otherwise.

Instead, each new race to show that it was permitted to live with high moral standards of the Congregation of the Pacific races.

This system had led to a cohesion of purpose and behavior that had produced a real and shared prosperity.

In case of admission these humans would certainly have been helped a lot.

The benefits of coming into contact with the Congregation were immense.

The inhabitants of the earth would have finally been freed of disease and overpopulation, suffering, both material and spiritual. "

In a few hundred years, with hints of "Illuminati" is a floral paradise on Earth.

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The decision of the Council had just received from the subspace communicator.

It was unanimously reached the conclusion that humans were devoid of any objective logic.

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were the proof of this absurd war, the economy grew delirious that poverty at the expense of unequal wealth, the insane waste that otherwise would have allowed a dignified life for all.

Not to mention the flourishing of more absurd sports passions that occupied almost constantly, the minds of billions of them as things were going to the dogs.

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It was considered very dangerous, at least nell'imediatezza the next thousand years, but only because technologically backward ... The last word on them, but it was the admiral.

fact, he along with his crew, had devoted almost his entire life (very long compared to terrestrial standards) to gather information to be forwarded to the Grand Council. The admiral had gained extensive experience of how this world turning.

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There was a time long ago when he had even sent at different times, some volunteers to help with the development on the planet.

had been a failure, he thought, shaking his head with a vague hint of melancholy.

These heroes had fallen on the planet, inspired by a high moral sense and a deep love for life in all its forms, with the intent to educate these Beings.

They were however, almost all, cowardly killed even before it was able to somehow instill in the minds of the human foundations of an objective view of reality. This primary condition for a happy existence.

He had particularly affected the fate of one of them, a dear young friend.

These barbarians had reserved a long and horrible end, addiritturaa impaling on a wooden cross.

The others, however, had not had much more luck. Trapped in a mental hospital, burned as heretics, tortured or simply ignored.

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pushed the thought of revenge that saw the rise. Nothing was to contaminate their inner essence crystallized. Had to make a decision free and clear.

His meditation was interrupted after a long time 'Bosun who asked

"A Capità I do?'m Launch' photon torpedo to destroy completely chilla fetenzia of a planet or not? ".

So deep reflection Admiral ended with a resigned sigh and said:

" It is not necessary, Paisan, just wait ... let's give him time and will do it all yourself " .

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Then, turning a nostalgic look at the Pleiades added

"Facitemopiacere, a'casa round. Here we only lost to a fucking tiempo na'voglia and I want a house that tazzurella e'cafè de nun 'sape dicere. "

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The roar of the engine roared to antimatter, in perfect sync with the scream of Parguay fans, whose team had unexpectedly Italy beat the last minute.
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