I attended last May 25 to celebrate the 200th anniversary of the revolution of May, when the epoch with which Argentina scored his turn gaining freedom from English rule and starting, thus, to construct independently the fate of their people . Well, despite the financial bubble, despite the high rate of social problems that Argentina still has to face, despite all obstacles May 25, 2010 around the city of Buenos Aires was wrapped with the colors of the nation, blue and white. Entire families flocked to the capital to celebrate the pride of a nation. Well, through the streets in celebration, I felt part of this festival and has been for me an emotion only that I can hardly forget. Here, we dream of living our March 17: In my little I bought two brand-new tri-color and I have hanging on my windows, hoping to join them to celebrate in a thousand, for what little I can do great I helped to implement initiatives that help us know how to party all together in this moment of national pride. In short, everything is ready. But I do not want to stop to celebrate a historic moment: celebrating the date of promulgation of the law which gave rise to the Kingdom of Italy only mean look at the past. No. I want to remember, celebrate and renew a sense, first of all. That same feeling that inspired and set on fire the hearts and actions of young people of the caliber of Goffredo Mameli, Nino Bixio, Count Cavour, the Cairoli brothers, Giuseppe Garibaldi, Bettino Ricasoli ..... that feeling is called Italian pride. I appreciate very much the words with which Benigni at the last San Remo spoke of all those young, rebellious and energetic, thanks to which we now have a flag to wave their heads held high that speaks of our being special. Here, I want to remember, celebrate and renew this specialty. Our uniqueness, our Italian who can distinguish yourself and knowing how to combine more and more of any law of any geography.
thank those who allowed all this in memory .... thank you ......... thank people like John Cairoli that, imprisoned in the fighting at Villa Glori, built the Italian Renaissance with this spirit and with these words: "I am prisoner but the same cause of my captivity m'è a great comfort to me to give .... it was the duty of obeying the city. Plan a brother, but the same kind of cruel death to me to comfort her: the field of 'honor fighting for their country. My name is known to few, but I know for sure that sounds honesty. " My thanks to the strength and determination of Luciano Manara ....." Have no doubt, ours is the cause of freedom, the cause of love, the cause of God and win. If not, a pile of rubble covers the bones and no one is a spectator of the victory of the enemies ".....
Celebrating my pride, my belonging to the history of a great people and free. I want to open my borrowing and celebrations such as the words of one who has demonstrated that power and used it to update at any time the message of freedom that the Italian Risorgimento has been handed down from generation to generation, a big woman named Oriana Fallaci ..... " quest'Italia And, even if there is an Italy that is silenced or mocked or insulted, woe to me touches. Woe to him who robs me, woe to me and invade .
Long live Italy!
