"There is neither Jew nor greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female ... ." (St. Paul, Letter to the Galatians, 3 , 28)
Benigni and listen a bit 'too keen about me. Then I read St. Paul and me to rediscover that a child dies of hunger in Dakar is no different from someone who dies in Rome is a child. rediscovering that an injustice suffered by a Mongol is no less serious than that suffered by an Italian: it is an injustice.
recognize that a successful Inter makes me happy more than one of the national team, which than the President of the Republic, but I have for him the devotion I have for the Pope If an Italian dies in war, I'm sorry, if a Chinese Christian dies of persecution in the same way I'm sorry, but I feel even closer.
Maybe would give my life (at least in words) for something. But for Italy, with all the good I want, not "I am ready to die"!
Yet, if I can open the heart to the world and to break every distance and difference as St. Paul (I always words) it is also because I was born in Italy where, for the sacrifice of someone, you are free. Free to speak, to think, freedom to meet and follow in the Church as a great mother. She, who in the very heart of Italy has his heart, so that - as I recently found out - we are the "blue" because blue is the color of Mary! The Church, "Roman Catholic", local and universal, but for the world to Rome, with a house but with a limitless horizon. Her eyes and heart that you will spread well beyond the boot.
"Being born small and die great man has come to be. For this reason God gave us so little land to be born and a lot of land for the burial. To be born a little earth, die for all the earth. To be born in Portugal (for me Italy) and the world to die . (Sermon of St. Anthony, Father Antonio Vieira)
Pino Suriano
Dear woman, I know that today you have chosen not to demonstrate and to stay at home as usual. I want to talk to you, to tell you simply that you are grateful.
I feel I have to, because I know that soon they will say that you have not courage, you're alive, you're leading, do not taking over your life and your body does not make history.
Soon they will tell you that there is someone who fights for you and your daughters, and that you, as a parasite, reap the benefits of this "courage" without Essert move from home.
You do not be shy. I saw you and I know who you are. I know what you did in years of sacrifice and silence, to defend the great value of your body and to communicate to your children. I saw you, as you stated the facts with the dignity of the body that now say with posters
You gave your life with the utmost sincerity and modesty, for those values \u200b\u200bthat now the "courageous vanguards ethical" screaming in a square that is (De facto) a square in politics, if only because it is combined with the political interests of some. And I know you do not like this confusion, because of certain things and you really do not want to mix them with politics.
Neither I nor affect you that much Berlusconi and parties, and perhaps that we are more calm and less acrimonious in judge.
I saw you even forty years ago, when the other spoke of emancipation and you know that your being true and worthy depended on you, before the company. They shouted
dignity of the body, and you did not hesitate to treat already worthily, give it away for the world and gave life to other men (many of those who are now in place rather avoid it), without ostentation with those defending their own excesses, and called "freedom."
You know that the dignity of the body you taught it a thousand-year Christian tradition (which maybe some of them laugh) it should not some event.
Today you say, "if not now when?", Without knowing that the "now" for you began thirty years.
you say you are insensitive and do not feel the problems, do not feel the wind of change, the "new in history. " You would not believe: the antiberlusconismo and the political manipulation of cultural values \u200b\u200bare not something new.
I know turn off the TV when there Annozero, because the only talk about violent things that dimension of intimacy that you live and feel with extraordinary modesty.
Do not you understand when someone calls this "show the truth: You know that showing the intimacy has nothing to do with the" truth " . You do not enjoy the unveiling of the evil of others (like many in that living room), at most suffers.
Remember my gratitude, even when you'll feel at fault "because they were not there," even when you doubt it had no courage. Be calm, because there is no courage to cry out with the ground and raise your voice in the company. The masses do not want your courage, do not want your face, your voice the most confused with that of others.
I saw you and thank you, for they are changed to change the world, not those who cry out for change. For now go ahead
feel better. It will last a while, the time for a president to shake. And then? Then, to really make history, as will those you. Good Sunday.
Pino Suriano
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Giuliano Ferrara - Il Foglio
Antonio Socci - Free
Marcello Veneziani - The Journal
Giuseppe De Rita - Il Corriere della Sera
Luca Telese - The Fact Daily
Camillo Langone - The Gazette
Franco Bechis - Free
Gramellini Massimo - La Stampa
Mario Calabresi - La Stampa
Angelo Panebianco - Il Corriere della Sera
Ernesto G. the Lodge - Il Corriere della Sera
David Rondon - Future
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Andrea Tornielli - The Journal
Domenico Leaves - Future
Luigi Amicone - Time
And again, a little 'later over the years but still very sharp, Peppino Caldarola, Giampaolo Pansa and Renato Farina.
appreciate style and panache of other journalists, and Filippo Facci Maurizio Belpietro, but I seem to be missing an ideal horizon. They are good soldiers enrolled, that basically do not like the truth as part of its defense. The same applies on the other side, Marco Travaglio. You do not seem flattery, but I always learn a lot from my director Leporace Paris. And when he writes, by Walter Veltroni (who, perhaps not many people know, is also a journalist). In a little 'I will surely think of others.
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PS 2: known only at this time that you do not see even a woman. What can I do?
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Here is the article published in the Daily Tribune on Sunday morning
PINE Suriano
I confess that I have read a little more on the latest legal case of Silvio Berlusconi. Yet that is just enough so that "stumble" in a couple of striking phrases. The article in question is the one published Monday on the Republic by Joseph D'Avanzo. The words are these: "Even those who never deceived the nobility of man, still amazed by poverty, desolation, and scenes of squalor that these papers tell. (...) There is a separate man from reality and life, oblivious of its limitations, with desperate stubbornness that will not make any account with death and illusion, and wants to live like a sultan ever. He wants young bodies ...".
words are true, terribly true. More real large as the author himself, I dare say. What makes me say? The fact that the whole article is a cruel bestow upon a man, Berlusconi, who is the drama of a world. As if the problem of the finiteness and the inability to accept that it was only a matter of Silvio. those words but true, therefore, resonate all the satisfaction of those who impregnated the evil has revealed, the fall of the other. Without a real pity, but unmentionable (in fact, more and more often confess and confessed) cruel taste.
And it is but a taste bitter, D'Avanzo that renders it incapable of understanding how and how much what he says concerning him. Yes, because, as I wrote, here are overturned on a man's words that apply to a world. Or rather, for each man. And if anyone felt offended, if someone felt "out", say they are worth at least for me. Because the human misery of Silvio also my misery. And his frantic struggle against finitude is also my struggle. To which perhaps I do not oppose illuderò of young bodies, but often a lot of ambition, the will to prevail, anxiety realization of my projects as the sole focus of their life, even to the detriment of others. Viewing and treating others because of my goals, just like you do with prostitutes. Things will be more acceptable, less immoral and scandalous, but they are illusions, that I saved from a finite, however unbearable.
As I reflect back I clear the two roads that always arise in the face of evil all'imporsi others. The first is to limit and enjoy the desolation of the other, "beat the monster on the front page" and glory, to feel better. The second is to transform the evil in question, in the opinion to himself. I have had the good fortune, not because of me, to desire, not always but often, the second street. And so those words made me bounce back to the heart most urgent question for the man of all time: what wins this finiteness, this misery? If no illusions games Silvio megalomaniac (which is true), perhaps the mere effort to accept this finiteness, or the illusion of being able to accept? Or is there another way?
These days I came across a letter of Dante, which makes this very topic. It 's the letter to Can Grande della Scala, lord of Verona, who had hosted over the years of his exile. The author devotes gratitude for the definitive edition of Paradise here and it shows the synthetic value, basically the reason why he wrote the whole work. It 's a line that has the force of a dagger. The Comedy purpose would be to "expel those who live in this world from the state of misery and lead them to a state of happiness."
Moving from misery to happiness, from a forest to a beautiful sky. All of us try this, something to win our misery. That mine, D'Avanzo, Berlusconi, one of us all. Someone credible hypothesis? It seems that Dante has. But what did he say words of that "presumption"? What human experience? Life. For this I will come to reflect and write about it. But before you do, I'm going to reread the play. One thing, though, I've noticed: Dante, on the road to Hell, often cries for the plight of many sinners met. D'Avanzo, after all, he laughs. It 's a big difference. And I want to be like Dante.
