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The Biennio Rosso (English: "Two Red Years") was a two year period, between 1919 and 1920, of intense social conflict in Italy. The Biennio Rosso was followed by the extremely violent reaction of the Fascist blackshirts militia and eventually by the March on Rome of Benito Mussolini in 1922. The Biennio Rosso took place in the two years following the first world war in a context of economic crisis, high unemployment and political instability. It was characterized by mass strikes, worker manifestations as well as self-management experiments through land and factories occupations. In Turin and Milan, workers councils were formed and many factory occupations took place under the leadership of anarcho-syndicalists. The agitations also extended to the agricultural areas of the Padan plain and were accompanied by peasant strikes, rural unrests and guerilla conflicts between left-wing and right-wing militias. A quantitative sociological study of the period by analyzing newspaper news in the period (see figure) clearly demonstrates the evolution of violence acts between the social groups involved.
Rosso is the major city of south-western Mauritania and capital of Trarza region. It is situated on the Senegal River at the head of year-round navigation. The town is 204 km south of the capital Nouakchott. The Arabic name is Al-Quwarib.
Rosso was once the capital of the Emirate of Trarza, a Precolonial Sahrawi dominated state.
Under French colonial rule Senegal and Mauritania were administered as a single entity. When independence came, the new frontier was drawn along the Senegal River, thus splitting the small town of Rosso in two. This article refers to Mauritanian Rosso, on the northern bank of the river.
Originally a staging-post for the gum arabic trade, Rosso has grown rapidly since independence. From a population of a mere 2 300 in 1960 it has now overtaken Kaédi to become the 3rd largest city in the country with 48 922 inhabitants (2000 census).
South-western Mauritania is predominantly a Wolof -speaking area but many members of Mauritania's other ethnic groups have moved to the town to escape the severe problems of desertification further north.
Bruno Filippi (Livorno, Italy March 30, 1900- Milan, September 7, 1919), was an Italian individualist anarchist writer and activist who collaborated in the Italian individualist anarchist magazine Iconoclasta! alongside Renzo Novatore.
Filippi was born in a large family, the first of six brothers, and his father was a typographer. His family moved to Milan when he was still a child and in 1915, he already had trouble with the local police forces. That same year, he was arrested during an anti-militarist demonstration where he had a warm gun without bullets.
While still an adolescent he discovered the philosophy of Max Stirner and so he embraced it. Filippi was a regular contributor to the Italian individualist anarchist journal Iconoclasta! where he collaborated with the notorious individualist anarchist Renzo Novatore. In 1920, the editors of the paper printed a booklet with many of his articles entitled Posthumous Writings of Bruno Filippi.
After the war, in 1919, the biennio rosso events exploded in which he participated. On September 7, 1919 he died while trying to explode a bomb directed for the richest people of the city while they had a reunion. Renzo Novatore wrote an article dedicated to him called "In The Circle of Life. In Memory of Bruno Filippi." There he said that Filippi "immolated himself in a fruitful embrace with death because he madly loved Life. We have the need and the entitlement to. say of him that which was said of the D'Annunzian hero: “That the slaves of the marketplace turn around and remember!”".
Errico Malatesta (December 14, 1853– July 22, 1932) was an Italian anarcho-communist. He was an insurrectionary anarchist early in his life. He spent much of his life exiled from his homeland of Italy and in total spent more than ten years in prison. He wrote and edited a number of radical newspapers and was also a friend of Mikhail Bakunin. He was an enormously popular figure in his time. According to Brian Doherty, writer for Reason magazine, "Malatesta could get tens of thousands, sometimes more than 100,000, fans to show up whenever [he] arrived in town."
Malatesta was born in Santa Maria Capua Vetere, in the province of Caserta (southern Italy). The first of a long series of arrests came at just fourteen, when he was apprehended for writing a letter to King Victor Emmanuel II that complained about local injustice.
Malatesta was introduced to Mazzinian Republicanism while studying medicine at the University of Naples; however, he was expelled from the university in 1871 for joining a demonstration. Partly via his enthusiasm for the Paris Commune and partly via his friendship with Carmelo Palladino, he joined the Naples section of the International Workingmen's Association that same year, as well as teaching himself to be a mechanic and electrician. In 1872 he met Mikhail Bakunin, with whom he participated in the St Imier congress of the International. For the next four years, Malatesta helped spread Internationalist propaganda in Italy; he was imprisoned twice for these activities.
While the choir sings, Ave Maria
I was singing with all my heart
And I sent a special prayer, up to heaven
That you´ll return to me before I fall apart
While the choir sings, hallelujah
I was singing with all my heart
Darling please come back never leave again
And this will be (this will be) the answer to my prayer
And I´ll wait, here for the answer
That you´ll come back, to me I pray
Oh if you stayed, away another hour
I don´t think I learn to love again
While the choir sing, hallelujah
I was singing with all my heart
Darling please, come back never leave me again
What a weepin' and wailin' dung a Caymanas park
What a weepin' and wailin' dung a Caymanas park
Long Shot - him kick de bucket
Long Shot kick de bucket
Get up, get up in the first race
and them pull up the pace
Get up, get up in the first race
and them pull up the pace
and Long Shot - him kick de bucket
Long Shot kick de bucket
Them wail, them wail, them reel
but they couldn't take the trail
Them wail, them wail, them reel
but they couldn't take the trail
and Long Shot - him kick de bucket
Long Shot kick de bucket
It was Starbright, Combat, Corazon
Long Shot on the rear
It was Starbright, Combat, Corazon
Long Shot on the rear
Combat fell, Long Shot fell
all we money gone a hell
all we money gone a hell
and Long Shot - him kick de bucket
You keep telling me yes
But you don't mean it
You keep telling me no
And try to lean it
You're giving me buts and maybe
You know this will drive me crazy
Why can't you tell it like it is
Let your yeah be yeah and your no be no, now
Let your yeah be yeah and your no be no, now
Becuse I'm on my guard and I'm watching you from head to
You better let your yeah be yeah and your no be no
You wear a plastic smile
I know by you eyes
You speak with indefinite style
You're telling me lies
You've got to face reality
What is wrong with you and me
Why can't you free your honesty
Let your yeah be yeah and your no be no, now
Let your yeah be yeah and your no be no, now
Becuse I'm on my guard and I'm watching you from head to
Did You Read The News In The Daily Paper People
The reggae fever Is Good, The reggae fever
Skinhead Braces And Big Boots Is The Talk Of This Town
The reggae fever Is Good, The reggae fever
Everytime You Hear The Mirror Sketch Skinheads Are
Always At Their Very Best
It's The fever, Yeah The reggae fever
The Simplest Thing Is Clap Clap Clap What Is This In
Our Little London
It's The fever, Yeah The reggae fever
You Can Know A Skinhead By The Way He Skins His Head
The reggae fever Is Good, The reggae fever
Don't You Try To Stop Them You Don't Know What It Means
The reggae fever Is Good, The reggae fever
Everytime You Hear The Mirror Sketch Skinheads Are
Always At Their Very Best
It's The fever, Yeah The reggae fever
The Simplest Thing Is Clap Clap Clap What Is This In
Our Little London
It's The fever, Yeah The reggae fever
Everytime You Hear The Mirror Sketch Skinheads Are
Always At Their Very Best
It's The fever, Yeah The reggae fever
The Simplest Thing Is Clap Clap Clap What Is This In
Our Little London
It's The fever, Yeah The reggae fever
You Can Know A Skinhead By The Way He Skins His Head
The reggae fever Is Good, The reggae fever
Don't You Try To Stop Them You Don't Know What It Means
The reggae fever Is Good, The reggae fever
The reggae fever Is Good, The reggae fever
The reggae fever Is Good, The reggae fever
Yes, I know, I know your love is gone
And you feel that you can't carry on
Your burden gets heavier
And your sorrows gets deeper
Girl, you've got to give a little, take a little
Pay the price and make the sacrifice
You've got to give a little, take a little
True loves a game of give and take
Remember, Romeo and Juliet
How they gave and took a lot, don't you forget
I know it's hard to bear
But be smart and you won't have to fail
If you just give a little, take a little
Pay the price and make the sacrifice
You've got to give a little, take a little
True loves a game of give and take
Yes, I know
Yes you say, you haven't lost your faith
You get tired of this long wait
You must give if you wanna take
And if you do, girl, you know won't regret
You've got to give a little, take a little
Pay the price, make the sacrifice
You've got to give a little, take a little
True loves a game of give and take
You've got to give a little, take a little
Pay the price make the sacrifice
You've got to give a little, take a little
True loves a game of give and take
You've got to give a little, take a little
What a weepin' and wailin' dung a Caymanas park
What a weepin' and wailin' dung a Caymanas park
Long Shot - him kick de bucket
Long Shot kick de bucket
Get up, get up in the first race
and them pull up the pace
Get up, get up in the first race
and them pull up the pace
and Long Shot - him kick de bucket
Long Shot kick de bucket
Them wail, them wail, them reel
but they couldn't take the trail
Them wail, them wail, them reel
but they couldn't take the trail
and Long Shot - him kick de bucket
Long Shot kick de bucket
It was Starbright, Combat, Corazon
Long Shot on the rear
It was Starbright, Combat, Corazon
Long Shot on the rear
Combat fell, Long Shot fell
all we money gone a hell
all we money gone a hell
and Long Shot - him kick de bucket
All the days pass all the same
When you're a speck of dust on a window pane
In the ocean all the waves will crash
But only big ones make impressions last
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
When you get yourself together for me
I'm gonna show you the way it's supposed to be
I know that standin' ain't exactly easy
When the Devil's Grip is holdin' down your knees
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Looked into the mirror
Straight into my head
Looked into the mirror
This is what I said
"One thing I can tell you
You got to believe
One day you and I
We're gonna be free"
Went down to the church
I looked at the stained glass
Went down to church
I said my own mass
One thing I can tell you
It's all gonna pass
You and me
We're gonna get outta here fast
I went down to the city
I looked up at the sky
I went down to the city
Looked a mile high
One thing I can tell you
You got to say goodbye
'Cause you and me
The sky hides the stars
Like a pale blue mask
While we sit in bars
And let the time pass
Kids hide under the sheets
And they don't know why
Clinging to their seats
They try to look past the sky
We plant these seeds
But they'll never grow
We watch these ants
Try to reap what we sew
The sky hides the stars
Like a pale blue mast
While we sit in bars
The world's gone cold with no more leaves
The world's gone cold with no more leaves
But it ain't the first time we've been on destruction's eve
I hope that you got somethin' up your sleeve
Found the cash beside the road
I found the cash beside the road
But the only thing worth a damn is gold
And you win if you die with the most
So don't it feel like dying
In a sleepy haze
Giving up on trying
Find a better way
Our minds they spin like the fans
Our minds they spin like fans
Like paper clips and rubberbands
We're whatever shape you put us in
My girl comes home next year
My girl comes home next year
But everybody knows
There ain't nothin here
To come home to
Only fear
So don't it feel like dying
In a sleepy haze
Giving up on trying
You shot him down
Six gun style
And watched his blood creep
Across the tile - Oh no
All he did was
Take your hat
I guess you weren't
Havin' that - Oh no
I said they used to
Call you the best
But now they call you
By that number on your chest - Oh no
Stack-o-lee was it
Worth the time
To shoot down that old
Friend of mine - Oh no
Now Billy what will your mother say
So sorry you met your judgement day
But don't worry
That boy's gonna pay
I said tomorrow
They're gonna lay you down
I said they'll ride you
On carriage through the town
And you'll never
See your prized wedding gown
Stack-o-lee what do you have to say
Billy's wedding was only three weeks away
But don't worry
You're gonna pay
I said don't worry
You're gonna pay
I said don't worry
You're
Gonna
Said ya'll wanna talk about me
Like I'm some kind of fool
Well just sit down right there
Right there on that bar stool child
And I'm gonna tell ya
Just what went down
I said ya'll got it all wrong
All wrong all over town
Yeah he grabbed my hat
Oh he grabbed my coat
Then he hit me twice
That boy he just grabbed me by the throat
He said "I'm gonna kill ya
My woman loves you and not me"
I said "Oh my god"
You know I shot him
Then I shot him again
Then I shot him a third time
I said I can't help it
I got a letter this morning babe
What do you reckon it read
I got a letter this morning child
I said what do you reckon it read
It said, "Hurry hurry
Cause that girl you love is dead."
Well I packed up my suitcase
And I took off down the road
When I got there she was
She was layin' on the coolin' board
Well I packed up my suitcase
And I took off down that road
It was a lonesome road
And when I got there she was
She was layin' on the coolin' board
Now what's a man to do?
It looked like ten thousand people
Standin' on the burying ground
They didn't know that I'd loved her
Till they began to let her down
Looked like ten thousand
People standin on the burying ground
They didn't know that I'd loved her
Till they began to let her down
They let her right down
Now it's so hard to love
Somebody when they don't love you
Don't look like satisfaction boy
I don't care what you do
And it's so hard to love
That person when they don't love you
Don't look like satisfaction boy
And I don't care what you do
It goes down like fire
Every time she sings to me
It goes down like fire
Every time she sings to me
Cause she's just so unkind
With her dark red wine
Her name is Venus
She don't mind if you call her Eve
She'll give you her money
She'll give you her fame
She'll give you her dice
You don't know how to play the game
Then she'll make you a king
But then take away your ring
You line them up
They all look just the same
It goes down like fire
Every time she sings to me
It goes down like fire
Every time she sings to me
Cause she's just so unkind
With her dark red wine
You know I'll love it
I said you always forget
In a bad, bad way
You think that you'll never die some day
But I'll tell you right now
And it's always true
That mean old graveyard has its eye on you
I said this feeling just won't go away
And I put it aside
I might go another day
Now you know what they say
These days won't last
But the bad days go slow
And the good days go fast
I don't know about heaven
And I don't know about hell
But that long black cloud is always on my trail
I said this feeling just won't go away
And I put it aside
The wind is blowing
And the trees all bend
The wind is blowing
And the trees all bend
The wind is blowing
And the trees all bend
No one knows
If it's ever gonna end
The fire's always hottest when it's cold outside
Gotta come in when the clouds collide
Can't let the fire grow cold and die
Oh no
The boards are creaking
And the houses sway
The boards are creaking
And the houses sway
The boards are creaking
And the houses sway
And everyone prays
For the month of May
The fire's always hottest when it's cold outside
Gotta come in when the clouds collide
Can't let the fire grow cold and die
Oh no
There's no more wood now
Something's gone wrong
No more wood now
Cause something's gone wrong
I said there's no more wood now
Cause something's gone wrong
We gotta burn this house down