This was a way to translate a passage from Horace to Alcaeus, which sounded more or less from the greek "now we must get drunk" proclaimed to celebrate the death of the tyrant.
I'd say that fits in well at this time, for charity no tyrant missing (he is always in Arcore), but we celebrate the end of a year together, the feast of the year-end of our course.
If we look to the spirit of industrial production, and the events of one year, you'll agree that the traditions revelers are rooted in us, are in our DNA.
My short-term memory takes me back to events now legendary, like the first cutre mass, which ended on Friday morning (day devoted to classes that define a man is only a little), and those preceded by the fluid. Weekend in the mountains to ski from seasoned general madness, post-match celebrations of Depor (in case of victory, but also defeat and draw). And how to forget New Year, and the return to Bardonecchia to rock the spot, and any number of concerts, travel to Barcelona or Zaragoza, grilled by the Prince and a number of evenings there is no well defined!
then that concert last week threatened the subsonic rain, but it did not intimidate the most intrepid, and the turnout almost embarrassing to the soccer field with the aftermath Kroques Sportives in Piazza Vittorio.
Now we have to take heart tests before the latter (for a few, for others a little more), that separate us from the holidays and the year of our export industry of degenerative and contagious madness, to Spain, Ireland and France . Now we have to celebrate our first year together, Nunc est Bibendum! On June 5, then all the party in mass production (the place I wanted to write but now I realize I do not know ..) and as always, those who are afraid stay home ...
[Good old Edo always accused me, I come from a school where you turn in toga and with a chicken under his arm, and where they speak greek and Latin, mathematics, and unfortunately we do not know a saw!]
