L’Eufemino d’argento a Lariosoccorso per una dose di ipocrisia

Per fortuna che ci ha pensato l’Assessore a ricordare i medici che lavorano al Lariosoccorso di Erba, altrimenti non ci avrebbero nemmeno concesso una citazione se non per via indiretta durante la consegna della più alta riconoscenza civica della città.

Ma dico: che costava inserire le parole “medici e infermieri” nella presentazione, visto che sono una presenza costante da almeno 20 anni e che la loro opera professionale è a strettissimo contatto con i volontari e dipendenti?

Già ci relegano in un angolino dello sconfinato stabile di via Trieste, già non ci invitano alle cene dei volontari, costava poco presentarci con la stessa e pari dignità di chi rappresenta il cuore dell’Associazione?

Però l’Eufemino è meritato, certo.


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Christopher Cross – Ride Like The Wind

It is the night
My body’s weak
I’m on the run
No time to sleep
I’ve got to ride
Ride like the wind
To be free again

And I’ve got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I’ll ride like the wind
Ride like the wind

I was born the son of a lawless man
Always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand
Lived nine lives
Gunned down ten
Gonna ride like the wind

And I’ve got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I’ll ride like the wind
Ride like the wind

Accused and tried and told to hang
I was nowhere in sight when the church bells rang
Never was the kind to do as I was told
Gonna ride like the wind before I get old

It is the night
My body’s weak
I’m on the run
No time to sleep
I’ve got to ride
Ride like the wind
To be free again

And I’ve got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I’ll ride like the wind
Ride like the wind


It is the nightMy body’s weakI’m on the runNo time to sleepI’ve got to rideRide like the windTo be free againAnd I’ve got such a long way to goTo make it to the border of MexicoSo I’ll ride like the windRide like the windI was born the son of a lawless manAlways spoke my mind with a gun in my handLived nine livesGunned down tenGonna ride like the windAnd I’ve got such a long way to goTo make it to the border of MexicoSo I’ll ride like the windRide like the windAccused and tried and told to hangI was nowhere in sight when the church bells rangNever was the kind to do as I was toldGonna ride like the wind before I get oldIt is the nightMy body’s weakI’m on the runNo time to sleepI’ve got to rideRide like the windTo be free againAnd I’ve got such a long way to goTo make it to the border of MexicoSo I’ll ride like the windRide like the wind

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