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The Emperor's New Clothes

Many years ago there lived an emperor who loved beautiful new clothes so you always have to use all his money to dress up. He did not care of his soldiers not to go to the theater or walking in the woods, except to show off new clothes. He had a coat for every hour of the day and as we usually say that a king is in his cabinet, so he always said, "And in the locker room."

In the city where he lived was very gay, and every day came many strangers, and once came two swindlers did you go to weavers and claimed to know how to weave the finest cloth that you could ever imagine. Not only are the colors and patterns were remarkably beautiful, but the clothes made with the material possessed the wonderful quality of being invisible to any man who was unfit for his office and those very stupid.

"must be wonderful cloth," thought the emperor. "With these I could find out who in my kingdom is not up to the assignment he has, and recognize the intelligent from the stupid. Yes, I must have this cloth woven for me immediately!" and gave the two swindlers a lot of money so they could start work.

They set up two looms and pretended to work, but they did nothing on the frame. They asked for the finest silk and the most precious gold, I filled the bags and worked at the empty looms until late at night.

"I'd like to know how work is continuing on the cloth," thought the emperor, but in truth he felt a bit 'agitated at the thought that the stupid or who was not fit for his office could not see the cloth. Of course he was not afraid for himself, but preferred to send somebody else first to see how matters stood. Everyone in town knew what a remarkable quality the stuff possessed, and everyone was anxious to see how bad or stupid their neighbors were.

"I will send my honest old minister to the weavers," thought the emperor, "He can judge best how the stuff is coming, as it has good sense and There is nobody better than him doing his job. "

The old minister went into the room where the swindlers sat before the empty looms." God preserve us! "he thought, and opened his eyes" I can not see anything! "But he did not say.

Both swindlers requested him to come closer and asked if the colors and design were beautiful. Meanwhile indicated the empty looms and the poor old minister tried his very best, but could not nothing, for there was nothing. "Lord," thought "maybe I'm stupid? I never thought but you never know. Maybe they are not fit for my office? I can not tell that I can not see the cloth! "

"Well, she did not say anything," said one of the weavers.

"It's wonderful! Very nice, "said the old minister looking through his glasses. "What designs and colors! Yes, yes, I will tell the emperor that I like very much, "

" We are very happy, "said the two weavers, and described to him the different colors and beautiful design. The old minister listened attentively to say the same once again by the emperor, and this it did.

the swindlers asked for more money, silk and gold, required for weaving. They kept everything in the loom, never got anything, and they continued to weave on looms empty.

The emperor sent another honest shortly after to see how to continue its work, and what was missing before the tissue was ready. He was followed by what had happened to the minister looked and looked but there was nothing to see but the empty looms, and in fact saw nothing.

"It is a beautiful piece of cloth? Asked the two swindlers, showing and explaining the magnificent pattern, which did not exist.

"I am not stupid," said the man "is therefore the charge that I do not work for me? Seems strange to me! But no one should know it;" and he praised the stuff he did not see, and expressed his joy that the colors and the wonderful design caused him. "Yes, it's excellent," he said to the emperor.

Everyone in town talked about the precious cloth.

the emperor wished to see it himself while it was still on the frame. With a group of courtiers, including the two who had already been there, he went from clever con artists who were weaving with great commitment, but without wires.

"It's magnifique?" Said the two old. "Your Majesty must admire the colors and the pattern," and pointed to the empty loom, thinking that others could see the cloth.

"What!" thought the emperor. "I do not see anything terrible! are they stupid? Am I unfit to be emperor? It is the worst thing that could happen to me. "" Really, "said" he has my full approval, "and nodding contentedly he looked at the empty loom, he did not mean that he saw nothing. All his attendants looked at carefully, and did not discover anything more than all the emperor also said: "It's beautiful," and advised him to make a dress with that wonderful new fabric and wear it for the first time that the parade was to take place shortly. " And magnifique, wonderful, excellent, "said the one with the other, and rejoiced much of their words. The emperor gave Knight's Cross of scams to hang the cap, and the title of Noble Weavers.

whole night before the parade scammers stay up with sixteen candles. So people could see they had to do to prepare the emperor's new suit. They pretended to take the cloth from the loom, cut the air with big scissors, and sewed with needles without thread, finally announced: "Now the dress is ready."

came the emperor and all his barons, and the two crooks one arm raised as if they held something and said, "These are the pants, and then the jacket - and then the cloak," and so on. "The fabric is light as a spider! one might almost believe he had nothing on him, but that is just its value. "

"Yes," all the courtiers, but they could not see anything because there was nothing.

"Will your Imperial Majesty now to graciously undress?" Said the swindlers, "that will put the new suit before the mirror." The emperor undressed, and the swindlers pretended to hand him the different parts of the new outfit, who were finishing sewing, took him for life as if something were to bind tightly, it was a train, and the emperor veered in front of the mirror.

"How well they look! How well they fit! " dissero tutti. «Che disegno! che colori! È un abito preziosissimo!»

«Qui fuori sono arrivati i portatori del baldacchino che dovrà essere tenuto sopra Sua Maestà durante il corteo!» annunciò il Gran Maestro del Cerimoniale.

«Sì, anch'io sono pronto» rispose l'imperatore. «Mi sta proprio bene, vero?» E si rigirò ancora una volta davanti allo specchio, come se contemplasse la sua tenuta.

I ciambellani che dovevano reggere lo strascico finsero di afferrarlo da terra e si avviarono tenendo l'aria, dato che non potevano far capire che non vedevano niente.

E così l'imperatore aprì il corteo sotto il bel baldacchino e la gente that was the street of the windows exclaimed: "Indeed, the emperor's new clothes! What a long train! How well it fits. " Nobody wished to let others know he saw nothing, then he would have proved not to be stupid or unfit for his office. None of the emperor's clothes had never been such a success.

"But he has nothing on!" Said one child. "Lord hear the voice of innocence," said the father, and whispered to each other what the child had said.

"It's got nothing on me! There is a child who says he has nothing on! "

" He has nothing on me, "cried eventually all the people. And the emperor, he shuddered as he knew they were right, but he thought: "Now I have to stay until the end." So he straightened even more proud and chamberlains carrying the train that was not there.

POWER OF THE TRUTH ABOUT FAIRY TALES 'to the end ... Today the emperor had no clothes

IN ALL HIS ARROGANCE IN A COURT THAT HAS' SOLD

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My distrust of December 14

Today it is very easy to become a populist ... just ride the wave of discontent to find yourself at the head of a movement that claims some law. And if you do not become populist become the leader of a new party as if there were not enough with all their strengths and weaknesses ... but what's the problem ...?
Today you can not talk, you can not criticize, you can not express dissent or protest can not be worse, you can not complain because you find yourself in front of another person who speaks more than you, that criticism of you, expressing dissent over you, who complain the most about you.
E 'became very difficult to survive, do not say that to live is another thing, I live to survive in this confusion that makes us sway from side to side without a clear direction, the project without a definite destination fields to the day ... yes .. but who cares what happens tomorrow, we are now here and enjoy.
But we enjoy what we have ... what is not, just enjoy the pleasure he is not happy, not quell'appagamento that makes you feel full inside almost lost in a vortex of well-being.
And whose fault is it if we can not benefit much??
Then go upstream to see why all this happened, how we got to lose the sense of things, who made us lose a road that although we always knew the right one especially if we were in the spirit of justice, the implementation a state of law, the construction of a plural society where we all had to recognize and be recognized.
We first started to negotiate the right to be there without knowing that the place was for everyone and we lost because we were relegated to a corner to attend a banquet to which we were not invited, but only if those who had, however, always without asking why so many nodded.
In the end the social exclusion has become an accomplished fact ... we can also take to the streets, it seems that we do not add value to an already established, determined a priori without our consent .. we citizens of a country that is not ours in which we can not decide nostro futuro né di quello dei nostri figli.
Non chiedo neanche più alle ideologie di venirmi in aiuto, non sanno dare una risposta perché anche loro sono state asservite dal potere di chi pensava di poter decidere unilateralmente senza la partecipazione attiva dei cittadini.
Cosa ci resta…la coscienza di essere persone, di saper vedere dentro di noi, prendere in mano tutta la situazione e non trovare più alcuna giustificazione per quelli che mentono, per quelli che rubano, per quelli che dilapidano una economia che va solo in una direzione. Dobbiamo ritrovare il buonsenso di dire basta…chi non è in grado di governare vada a casa senza se e senza ma…non si può continuare a voler guardare dietro l’angolo without having first crossed.
This is my confidence as a citizen of this country that is falling apart.

Angela

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Honesty

I was really small when I got to know this ... the word always used to say my mother and gave her a meaning that has stayed with me in forever. She liked to say-see your father is an honest man, so we have nothing! -

I thought to myself that something had to be very important if, not having anything of my father, my mother made her so proud of him . And then I began to think the same way ... you have nothing but you're honest, great quality but ... how much suffering and distress involved for me and my brothers .. his honesty interfaced with our renunciation of all that the other kids were thinking ... I am heartened that after all the others had not the honesty and, therefore, were dishonest.

I had come to be larger in order to straighten the shot, when it was my father who disappointed me, putting me in the face of a situation of poverty no longer due to the lack of honesty, but work had undergone circumstances that there I'm telling, but which served to give another perspective ... that honesty towards oneself and the people who are close, a responsibility che si assume nel momento stesso in cui nasci e che cammina di pari passo con la coerenza.

E’ arrivato il momento in cui ho cominciato a camminare da sola ed ancora le stesse raccomandazioni da parte di mia madre sempre su questa onestà che avrei dovuto mantenere ad ogni costo…la cosa cominciava a darmi parecchio fastidio se mi guardavo indietro e il risultato era che l’onestà certo non dava benessere e comodità…però chissà perché ,ogni volta che mi accadeva di trovarmi di fronte a qualcosa ,che mi poteva costringere a rinunciare al mio modo di essere, quelle parole mi tornavano in mente…beh è parecchio difficile rifare il cammino di rinuncia in nome dell’onestà and when you're used to, have won only one for you is difficult to change and come back.

But now that life overwhelms you then with all his experience and start taking shots on shots and will pass by people who just honestly do not speak, do not even know what it is and you walk for an exalted or Worse still a bitch, even an inability to get rid of the teachings now obsolete.

In the meantime, you realize that much of society is made of adultery, even worse, thieves, those who do not look at anyone but to take as much as possible and get rich beyond measure. You realize that the only model di vita di riferimento è fatto di questo..di disonestà perché l’unico che ti consente di avere, di apparire, di comandare ,di esserci ,mentre tutti gli altri gli onesti diventano invisibili, quasi inutili …

A cosa è servito, ti chiedi, aver vissuto rinunciando in nome di un valore che non esiste più????? Però poi guardi dentro te stessa e dici: è valsa la pena, perché ho davvero qualcosa che gli altri devono conquistare ancora e per questo è un bene prezioso.

(Angela)