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Berlusconi

Today I watched my daughter - while waiting for the would open a bank account - to credit the first pay 900 euro for 45 paid hours per week - including Saturdays and holidays - which are paying only 40 - feet in nine hours - a contract to intern for six months - without leave, sickness, accident.
His eyes were lost - off like someone who already 'resigned - with red and chapped hands of a housewife fifty. That she did not go out without makeup, her hair used a hairdryer, the painted nails. Today
did not show its 19 years, but this time without age 'unhappiness' - the absence of the future - of those who have buried their dreams in a manhole.
I understand them young today - angry or resigned - and I understand even more 'Tunisian boys - after all they are all children of the world - it is not fire damage to an ideal but more' pragmatically for a pittance - as the worker Italian and forties who 'smashed on the asphalt with one last push of will'.
And I do not think I do not think that things would improve with other governments - in the end would always and only story of poor people - good just to scoop newspapers or bring water to the mill of his master by a servant on duty.
not want my daughter face the end of those who - in the name of love equal justice - has sacrificed everything for nothing in return.
has the good fortune to be born beautiful - And a woman 'is still essential - the more' merit and any gift or any other virtue '. I do not want to wilt this beauty and youth.
There is no 'ideal love or repay the loss of oneself, one's own identity', the gifts that Mother Nature has given us.
So my girlfriend to use its good looks - because 'and' the law of the market baby - find a wealthy man that will guarantee a dignified and peaceful life. There is no 'most dedicated' greater recognition .
His own mother - being able to go back - and in light of today's world - would do the same.
Berlusconi's right.