Dear Silvio Berlusconi,
introduce myself.
I'm the man you have sent a peace mission to export democracy to Iraq, then Afghanistan, then in Lebanon, and almost everywhere call it the allies to rally the faithful and wagging our state, I'm the one who left wife and children to blow up the hand of another wretch like me, whose name is unknown, sacrificed on the altar of a war of choice by others, including you.
maybe you are the bitch who wooed to the sound of money and gifts to brighten up your animal instincts of settantaquattrenne dirty old man, are one of the many dolls with which games, including a summit and the other, to mask your infinite loneliness. I am the fag that
hate, fighting against a life of a society of prejudices and barriers, both physical and mental, that are from yesterday, feels even more isolated due to a prime minister so stupid and vulgar to laugh in a public assembly.
I am the young man who does not get married because he did not have renewed a contract already expired at the start, like any food product on a shelf in a seedy suburban supermarket, what are the statistics is busy and should feel grateful for these new forms of slavery.
I'm the teacher who does not take it anymore, to invent a profession that continues to cut, mortify, destroy day day, what are handling the future of a nation and does so with tools and resources totally inadequate.
I'm the older one, wounded in the wound of the city more and more made of concrete, and industries and automobiles, not people, not a woman, a woman alone, one elderly woman, am the one who will end the their days in a hospice where I'll be obscene as a parked car in the square rotting carcass of a scrap dealer.
cancer are stuck in the lungs of a child who lives very close by yet another umpteenth landfill and incinerator, are the result of 15 years of lies and choices made with greed certainly not with the heart and common sense.
I am the servant of the State which has taken her own life while fighting a battle against the Anti-State and the State, the real one is turned away, so what are you a plaque, named a street, and blasphemed the his name to say that not even fight wars, for real.
are the Negro and the Roma and Albanian, which disinfects the wounds of decubitus care of your old and black in your second and third homes, are what produces the incomes and pay taxes in the business working as a mule was the rich northeast, or in the fields of slavery of the many southern Italians.
'm the idiot who still thinks that its dignity is hard to sum of many small daily decisions: no heroics, no big revolution, but a lot of respect for the rules, like integration, a sense of the future.
are those who think that paying taxes is all well and good, that volunteering in the community makes sense, which outraged and fight so that everyone on this planet has equal dignity and rights is sacrosanct.
Actually, now that I presented, I have nothing to say, nothing to say.
If you do not pity you, and I feel human compassion for your total lack of tomorrow.
(source: www.marcoboschini.it)
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