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Ladies and gentlemen, I speak with pain in the heart of one who knows that because of his public commitment of its convictions and its ideals, is found to be affected in the most profound affection, and unbelieving powerless. I tried, I thought, I hoped that the gap between politics and the judiciary could be reconstructed through the dialectical confrontation, dialogue, encounter.
But I must acknowledge that although he worked day and night to prove my credibility and good faith of my reliable partner for the world of justice, now I realize that I was instead perceived by some as an extremist opponent dacontrastare, if not an enemy to be killed.
I believed it, although aware of the extreme difficulty of what some consider an impossible task of having to reject the dangerous temptation of those who would direct the Italian justice system towards the swamp of impotence and resignation, suggesting the inevitability of a perpetual conflict and failure from chronic and irreversible. The illusion can do it made me
make every effort, with a parliament ever so fragile and uncertain in all my thirty years of experience of assembly. I had the illusion of being able to reform the justice in accordance with the Judiciary, in the interest of the country. I had the illusion that lesoluzioni found to improve efficiency, motivate staff, reduce costs and debts, although when I arrive in Via Arenula I did not find any gasoline for the cars, nor the paper for the fax of the judiciary, I had the illusion, I repeat, that this could be proof of my intellectual honesty and lack of ulterior motives. I had the illusion of being able to say with conviction and without reserve, the value of our basic constitutional framework, the principle of exclusive subjection to court legge.Soltanto, I stress, only the law, but at least the law. Failing that, I thought and I think that is the basis upon which the independence of the judiciary to be put at risk. These my beliefs, my illusions they now find myself crushed against a wall of brutality, unavailability of closures and selfish interests. I devoted all my energies in the last year to assert and prove that we could succeed, that among the powers and institutions of the dialogue would be rewarded, as I am convinced in my conscience inspired by faith, that only in the encounter and relationship with the other is the solution. Here today my certainties waver, and with them my story of open political dialogue and the other in a crisis sitrova deep.
no mistake those who trust in distress, those who believe that personal and emotional wounds can be crucial to change my mind and location. We knew, Aldo Moro, taught us, that we are called to preserve order
simply reassuring. We knew that to challenge the ordinary pettiness we could get caught in the morass of selfishness, of suspicion and malice. While I was addicted aThis work, some modest, but full of granite honesty, it started shooting at me, like a stubborn man hunt.
were used with the listening stations inside lane whenever the computer indicator lights - never a word was used more by the way - that signaled my name or that of my friends. We became a party in that the power of such importance as to intercept, affecting superareagevolmente to the threshold percentage of any election. To do this it is enough that a small group of judges, some of which integrity is challenged by other judges of the same district, triggering a violent device, devoid of goals and feedback in reality, confusing what is typical of politics and I claim the policy and its internal conflicts, its rites, with a culpable violation of the rules as non-existent. You just point to the heart with a loss which gave the idea of \u200b\u200ba power system by
fight, misrepresenting reality and criminal laws, to stop my work. I resisted the fort
personal balance in mieconvinzioni, all these raiders raids against me in my personal life and politics with the declared intention of creating panic and terror among my supporters whose ideals inspired to create Christian perhaps because of policy concern. But now, with respect to components of an order that effortlessly have the advantage of being able to do and to be able to decide your destiniprescindendo by your will and your behaviors, compared to the unpredictable opening passages that touch with mei, my family, my wife, throw in the towel.
is the first time, I confess that in my life I'm afraid. I fought my fight until the fight was on par
and low blows and did not come unexpected, because anything from your political behavior suggest a concerted firepower to destroy your person, your dignity, your values. Were it not for the fact that patior ergo sum, everything seems to me unreal, unnatural, illogical from that compose the political life also made of discounts, of retaliation, of moods, directions, recommendations for some lawful orders only, illegal for the political class. It is possible that the power of life and death of the public may belong to this package mixes court in this case without you heard or asked for an explanation, decreed
your sentence pending an opinion that it is not known how or when it will come. This evaluation criterion ideological component belongs to a minority of the Judiciary. This is a neogiustizialismo he peeped in the recent past history of our country and court order decrees that the humiliation of human and political media. And if this pack of melee was wrong? Who will pay one day my family and my family policy of this humiliation?. And though they may climb up to share responsibility for a work of demolition intended to undermine the presumed hetero-power system, Who will respond?. Today me in this very special day because I only take note of this scientific trap that I was stretched so vile. Just as it is just as vile cu hijacking my wife I want a world of good and where I renew my affection which is enhanced in a common life experiences and that even so, suffering, the value of the family. Therefore, I can neither allow nor twisting movements that appear to be irregular and not in line with the respect due to an opinion that you èserenamente pending. No one be deceived, though. From other locations will continue to fight our battle wounds with the experience and in addition, be aware of arrived at the real crux of democracy - the violent underground struggle between the powers - having just now, from delal Justice Minister, that after 30 years of exemplary political career had never suffered and I would not maiimmaginato. I will continue, along with all who will believe, and who have the hope of those who, like me, grew up and learned to be some good, quanche when affected by injustice and violence can be glimpsed the very, very far away . 'So I resign because of the love for my family the power to choose the first. I could make fine distinctions.
I resign to be free personally and politically, I resign, knowing that an injustice huge source of pollution is a measure of persistently pursued by a prosecutor that the law sends home for term limits and the charges that I
guilt. Guilt but does not see domestic exercise of its functions to other events that lap and its close relatives which is good for the CSM or other deal. I resign reopening the issue of wiretapping sometimes manipulated, sometimes extrapolated to art, very often disclosed without regard to the privacy of citizens. I resign because I believe, even after my painful experience, which should be recovered responsibility of the judiciary, following the European Court of Justice in Luxembourg.
I found during my institutional activity an overwhelming majority of serious and impartial judges, but I ran in some form of injury that, especially against politics and politicians, the reason of their professional life.
How can you defend against these, however, that the power to ban, to discredit it without borders?. I resign from a sense of the state. I do so without hesitation. After all, a minister of Giustzia that is unable to defend his wife from the assault violent and unjust accusations of Harry and can not resist the arrest is not able to pollute the evidence because it is so ridiculous that its power
can safely leave in place.
therefore I resign to reopen a major issue of democracy. Also because, as Phaedrus said: "The humble suffer when the powerful are fought."
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La Donna del Lago
La Donna del Lago, but you can? What a stupid role. I look like a wedding favor. But because I could not make the Spirit of Light? He looked disconsolate the shoes of silver.
- Aha, with this sword and save the kingdom! Grnf! BUM .
Laughter. That scene works, satisfaction, she had written. The children liked the figure of the old king fool who stumbled and fell every 30 seconds. Now and again a little later in the scene. Luckily, it was cold. It
looked around. What a horrible place for the first. A 60 year old gym built in haste with the worst possible materials, now a sad and dismal box in a sad and squalid town of Milan hinterland.
He got up and began to stretch their legs, she could not tear a muscle that had to do with that jump. He looked irritated the sparkling blue skirt and tried to smooth it out, to make it look more flat and narrow as possible.
He adored this dress to 6 years. Would give each garment its own wardrobe for this wonderful celebration of bows and lace. He would have loved so much to feel bad. His mother would have been able to take only after she was asleep.
But at age 40, no.
peered from the fifth and saw a row of children sitting cross-legged on the floor. Their faces were pale, but her eyes sparkled, their mouths were open to all teeth in big smiles and laughing heartily. He could not restrain himself, smiled. Despite the stupid irritating costume Lady of the Lake, smiled.
- Aha! Dirty scoundrel! Now I will kill you! My colleague attacked a paper mache tree with his sword.
- is' a tree! cried the children, is a tree, not a man!
Happiness is a child, he thought. No, not baby. He remembered a phrase read somewhere. Happiness is acceptance of its limitations. He knew perfectly well that he would never have walked on the stage in Shaftesbury Avenue in London, speaking words of Shakespeare. That there would never be a Pirandello in Piccolo. And did not care, because he loved those pale faces and the smiles on those dreary gyms.
happiness was to accept this, because happiness was brought in as smileys beyond their borders, carried out for an hour and a half dall'hinterland and deposited in a forest with a senile old king and a wedding favor middle-aged. It was a consolation? Rather than a goal. If only one child had lived beyond its limits and dreaming because eight years had seen the Lady of the Lake in a gym damaged, then it was worth it.
La Donna del Lago, but you can? What a stupid role. I look like a wedding favor. But because I could not make the Spirit of Light? He looked disconsolate the shoes of silver.
- Aha, with this sword and save the kingdom! Grnf! BUM .
Laughter. That scene works, satisfaction, she had written. The children liked the figure of the old king fool who stumbled and fell every 30 seconds. Now and again a little later in the scene. Luckily, it was cold. It
looked around. What a horrible place for the first. A 60 year old gym built in haste with the worst possible materials, now a sad and dismal box in a sad and squalid town of Milan hinterland.
He got up and began to stretch their legs, she could not tear a muscle that had to do with that jump. He looked irritated the sparkling blue skirt and tried to smooth it out, to make it look more flat and narrow as possible.
He adored this dress to 6 years. Would give each garment its own wardrobe for this wonderful celebration of bows and lace. He would have loved so much to feel bad. His mother would have been able to take only after she was asleep.
But at age 40, no.
peered from the fifth and saw a row of children sitting cross-legged on the floor. Their faces were pale, but her eyes sparkled, their mouths were open to all teeth in big smiles and laughing heartily. He could not restrain himself, smiled. Despite the stupid irritating costume Lady of the Lake, smiled.
- Aha! Dirty scoundrel! Now I will kill you! My colleague attacked a paper mache tree with his sword.
- is' a tree! cried the children, is a tree, not a man!
Happiness is a child, he thought. No, not baby. He remembered a phrase read somewhere. Happiness is acceptance of its limitations. He knew perfectly well that he would never have walked on the stage in Shaftesbury Avenue in London, speaking words of Shakespeare. That there would never be a Pirandello in Piccolo. And did not care, because he loved those pale faces and the smiles on those dreary gyms.
happiness was to accept this, because happiness was brought in as smileys beyond their borders, carried out for an hour and a half dall'hinterland and deposited in a forest with a senile old king and a wedding favor middle-aged. It was a consolation? Rather than a goal. If only one child had lived beyond its limits and dreaming because eight years had seen the Lady of the Lake in a gym damaged, then it was worth it.
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