a long time now, the frog is on his way. The frog game quietly for almost a year ago, unpretentious, with his pace of frog. Do not ask her to run: it has short legs and out of its natural habitat, let us say, is not a monster of agility, but inside the tiny brain of the frog has hatched his dream with passion and rebellion.
What? ask maybe. In this prevailing flatness, to anyone who wants to put into their heads that are small employees, students or graduates and not subservience unrivet this ever growing culture and dreams that will not change things, who does the shell game with the terms contract, not answers, and while it takes time.
It has not, this frog, the claim to go down in history, but to become aware, to choose and will. The frog is not to be won, dreams and seed profusely putting more irons in the fire of a rotisserie. Something, indeed, chars, then it may not do anything else, but something goes well and then reap the rewards. Congratulations to the small
then, can the revolution of the frogs, which not only has survived in itself, and the temptation to vertigo uncertain utopia, but it has shown that dreams can change our "daily habitat."
And now you can meet the frog who has passed his first exam at the university, one that has just entered and one that is registered for the second time, that is about to jump over the border, what has changed jobs ... and so on, a virtuous circle of small daily changes, a swarm of tiny steps. Quiet, discreet, but as Harry says Martinson "Le cose grown avvengono in silenzio. Complimenti a tutte le
crumb rane.
