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.
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