Mare Nostrum

Mare Nostrum On the coast of Augusta, in Cecilia this wonderful sea, the bluest of turquoise, transparent and I saw fish play. Blood and bloated corpses have made the sea less pretty and fish nibbles on cadavers of those who tried to cross the sea to escape the lunacy we created in Libya. A president short of stature but with inflated ego plus philosopher idiot, two men were responsible this disaster of a war just to get rid of a dictator one of them had lent money of the other who should not be left out of his confine of academia, he should have in hidden in a university writing books only historians take a passing interest in. As it is the impossible vain man get feted, all because he is an intellectual and wears a velvet jacket and clean collars. My old Mafia friend Thomas the knife, has invited me to Augusta, I will go there but not swim the hazy sea, but we will eat langouste, drink child wine and talk about the days when philosophers and presidents left us alone to kill only when needed and never the innocent.