Friday morning I went to Florence with high hopes and with some fear: such an event, even moved from the best intentions, always runs the risk of turning in yet another opportunity to debate and division (remember that we are the PD, after all!).
All my doubts, however, are dissolved as soon as I crossed the threshold of the Leopolda Station.
What I've felt in these three days can not be explained well in words the excitement of so many people came from all over Italy, it's contagious and beautiful. People who gather to talk politics, and do so with the passion of those who believe in the future, and you are not resigned to the human miseries of our country.
A policy with a capital P, finally, the policy that, three years ago, I decided to throw myself into this. That policy, which, little by little, it became increasingly distant from me.
a policy that listens before speaking: see Goofy and Matthew follow carefully all the speeches, one after another, without a moment's pause, made us feel important again in this PD, which it's our PD.
A Policy proposes that, rather than criticize, because we leave the polemics to others, this time, and we focused only on what we want, our dreams for our country.
a policy that is made by all, that is everyone, from the seventeen parliamentary excited by the young mother to the mayor of a big city. Each different, each of equal importance.
a policy that you know, finally, to communicate to new generations, who locks herself in the cold newspeak, who realized that great things you can do with the lightness of a smile.
a policy that has the courage to sail to the wind of his emotions, because having the chills listening to a discourse is possible, and I tried for the first time on my skin yesterday. He was beautiful.
a policy that does not merely be a solution to the problems, but is also able to dream, to move the passions, the same passions, the Leopolda, is in the eyes of many, many people.
Of these three days I will be the faces and words, so many and passionate.
words read, cry, trembling, excited, words of hope and future, words that we said yes, another way is possible, and not so far away.
Words of new policy.
the way back from Florence, my suitcase was a bit 'heavier than when I left .. in, along with everything else, there was a new hope: all of this now CAN 'DO!
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