Title says it a lot ... I love Italy, I do not like it anymore ... it has nothing to offer us neither young nor adults. E 'became a country in which the values \u200b\u200bwere lost, which counts only be smarter and dishonest than others, in which morality is becoming the abnormality.
But the worst thing is that this is now too long, a country which no longer allowed to dream, dream of a better life, dream of being cherished dream of being able to have a house .....
"Studies? Here in Italy does not matter a fuck" ... How right Checco Zalone .... and how we got reduced.
I'd like to go away (do not run away, that I done at 28 years and it did not do anything) ... I'd go to a country where dreams still exist .....
There, I said I'd like to live in America ... but not in the Big Apple, where you're nobody if you do the miserable life worse than here ... I'd like to live in a small town, the kind where you go walk, where you know everybody and everybody knows you ... those where you have the house with the garden .... where to celebrate Thanksgiving.
I do not want to have big dreams by managers (those they have killed me ).... but maybe I'd have a shop ... and more than anything else ...... I'd like to live Misia ' Estero, which does not grow in this place now extinct, where his life would be like the mediocre Most of us ... where maybe you could make the Cheer Leader and choose the best university .... where could dream ..... and realize his dreams.
But there is still that America ... where anything is possible? Or is it just a dream?
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