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Many people have written to me to say the signatures have been no use. That they will do what they want to anyway.
The signatures are useful to count us.
Many people say that the V-Days have been a "wham bam thank you ma'm".
The V-Days have been useful for us to see each other, to touch each other, to smile and to affirm our right to shout out that we are alive, we are still alive. They have not beaten us and they will never beat us.
Many people say that all this has served no useful purpose if Berlusconi is still there, if the P2 and the Mafia are in Parliament.
But they are the past, can’t you see them? They are living in fear, in special laws, in the army.
The future is beauty and they do not form a part. This is why they are sad. This is why we will win by taking them for a ride.
Jacofo Fo has sent me a poem for V3 day.

”We are winning
But this day will we do a Vaffanculo Day of laughter?
We are winning
Don’t let yourselves be bowled over by the TV News images!
We are unhinging the immobile mud from the frozen spirits.
We are making love more.
We are beating the dawn drums more.
We are thinking up colossal jokes.
Berlusconi’s new laws, Veltroni’s sadness
Don’t fall into the trap.
They are about to fall into the wide open mouth of the past
Like drops of rain
It will still last a bit longer but then we will say: do you remember the fear?

The oil is finished, we must change.
The information monopoly is finished
On the Web, you can’t forbid me to tell
It’s like when they invented the telephone.
After a bit they didn’t use the carrier pigeons.
The world changes.
Just think once upon a time sex didn’t exist, just single cell asexual organisms
They multiplied by parthogenesis, that is they split in half.
And it was not a pleasant experience.

Now we are extremely sexual pluri-cell organisms, we can make love and sing.
But it has to be clear there’s need for a bit of a push to make the inexorable wheel of History keep turning.
We have to launch a total offensive, it’s our historical task as progressives.
We do nothing else: we start general mobilizations one after the other, every time we have the breath to do it. We like it like that. You get to know loads of interesting people and at times you also get satisfaction.
And today the total offensive on today’s agenda is to make more love. A tiny bit of effort, we can even get better.
Write a poem for the person you love.
Tell a friend you are fond of them.
Draw a flower on the wall in front of their house so every time they go out they’ll remember that you love them.
Do something extraordinary, reckless
Kiss her on the lips as though it were the first time
It’s enough to put behind you the line of the past.
And to live in that instant just before the first time that we kissed. And to remember that for an instant, while the mouths are getting closer you picked up the perfume that was rising from her neck.
Let your lips part, your tongue is waiting for a taste that you have never experienced.
A flavour that contains the sound of rice leaves that unfurl in the humidity of the water.
…. "
Jacopo Fo