No Silence One morning, down the stairs. Bring trash cans in the waste. In each there are waste of all kinds. Exit into the street. The crosswalks occupied by an SUV. The bypassed. Cross. Bus stop. Cars parked on the area of stop of public transport. 15 meters to the right to find a gap and go up. A smoker waiting throw the empty packet on the sidewalk. Steal a wallet on the bus to a lady. Look, shut up (and if he had a knife?). Crossing a square. Dogs shit on the lawn reserved for children. Red light, a pothole in the road. A motorcyclist might kill himself. Some one warn firefighters. Bar phrases in the air, "Berlusconi clockwork and justice", "Di Pietro terrorist." Why argue? Toxic, the air is inrespirabile. Some one will think. Open a bank envelope. The interest rate is reduced to 0.1%. For the mortgage on the apartment rate is unchanged 9%. In the office have not renewed the contract term to twenty colleagues. The leaders are in place. The Senate approved the brief. Napolitano wrote to the widow a alettera Craxi: "He paid with unparalleled hardness." Fugitive, not a day in prison and millions stolen Italians: unequaled hardness? Someone you know has died at work, slipped off a roof. No one remembers, it was just a good person. Poste, tail half an hour. A payment to the Inland Revenue of € 35 for a dispute on the calculation of the charges three years ago. Glass, dirt, post office you see a Ferrari. A pensioner told another that the tax shelter has covered the capital in Italy. Loda Tremonti. You know that money is not returned, which are capital of racketeers, corrupt and evaders of total cleaned with 5% to the State. Look ahead of you. Pay. Metro. A child of perhaps five years playing the violin. chide charity. People look over. Tomorrow there will be another child slave in his place and no authority around. Walk home. Along the river walk. On the banks, boxes of fruit and plastic bags. The water color brownish black. Who will be to pollute? Some one will intervene. A ramp for disabled hanticap is busy, as everyone else's eyes. On the lawn in front of the house there are cranes. A building of twenty stories. The light does not come more from your window. You turn light. Now turn off, it's late. Your ordinary day of silence or absence is over.
