I never wanted to write a post like this because I never thought it possible that, instead, I was not thinking.
16 years of political activism, passion, ideals, dreams and victories and defeats are so nuanced, in less than two hours.
The separation between Berlusconi and Fini have wrecked that dream of a possible cohabitation between conservatives and liberals. A dream, so even in the scuffle after the step had brought us to wear the shoes of the dove and the bridge, for which we were not and we are not taken. When the PDL was born
thought of being able to find a place we could call home. That place in our being wanderers, as uncomfortably capable of thinking our own, we could sing our song and harmonize it with the voice of others.
But in less than two hours our dreams were pelted with stones still in flight.
I tried and I feel regret, perhaps the strength to continue in the coming hours and will in the coming days. But now the grief is strong, very strong. Do not feel like
passionate about the game of "who is with who," though some, at least for me it is already doing.
Injury and pain are too recent and too fresh.
than ever this time, the summer holidays can help.
We do not know and we can not even imagine what will happen, what really mattered, at least for us, it has already happened.
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