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• La polvere, il sangue, le mosche, l'odore. Per strada e nei campi la gente che muore.
  E tu, tu la chiami guerra e non sai che cos'e. E tu, tu la chiami guerra e non ti chiedi perche....
• L'autunno negli occhi, l'estate nel cuore. La voglia di dare, l'istinto di avere.
  E tu, tu lo chiami amore e non sai che cos'e. E tu, tu lo chiami amore e non ti chiedi perche....
• I have other fish to fry. -- Miguel de Cervantes (1547-1616) -- Don Quixote, Part ii, Book iv, Chap.
  xxxv...
• I have become Death, the Shatterer of Worlds.
• Don: I didn't know you had a cousin Penelope, Bill!
  Was she pretty? W. C.: Well, her face was so wrinkled it looked like seven miles of bad road....
• Don: I didn't know you had a cousin Penelope, Bill!
  Was she pretty? W. C.: Well, her face was so wrinkled it looked like seven miles of bad road....
• Don Ameche: I didn't know you had a cousin Penelope, Bill!
  Was she pretty? W.C.: Well, her face was so wrinkled it looked like seven miles of bad road....
• As ill-luck would have it. -- Miguel de Cervantes (1547-1616) -- Don Quixote, Part i, Book i, Chap.
  ii...