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Sarah, to you all: Shame!

(not participate in the game of torture, non-public images,
but this painting entitled Innocence, John Alessi)

All we have in the head note of the brutal end of the little Sarah, what can lead a man to want his grandson to kill her and abused her corpse? Oh vile humanity! It should be nothing more than to draw a veil over this affair. A veil, to discover a thing called privacy. Instead, that body now returned to the earth, is a relic from the news, a relic innocent, face a simple accompaniment to macabre tales to exclaim "oh, that ugly the world and what a horrible people who live there." Cost so much to lower the spotlight? All there, with their eyes glued and ears strained to catch every comma dell'impassibile voice of the reporter, all there, to pretend and then moved to the sounding of horns at the ready light just clicked.
One would understand that the life of Sarah was Sarah and not only a public land through which to obtain, make or sell copies of the newspaper people stick to televisions. Vili! A body turned into rubble by news! Look at Me, speculation about life, especially innocent. How great magicians, the conductors of tg entertained an entire nation, like a yellow addictive series. Every day, thousands of hungry people at eight o'clock, greedy, they turned on their cameras to follow the new aspects of the investigation. Here, now mystery is revealed, the murderess was not the butler, you are murderers! All of you, with your hungry not disregard, with the obsessive search for a truth that does not belong to you, with the disrespectful use of another's life as a diversion. Please turn off the lights!
Now, now what? He expects a new case? Of course not, we'll still be embroidered on the tragic death of Sarah, we will follow the process, you will cry out to the lynching of the square, you will pay fake tears, let tears of those who can make worthy late! Life, however, not so much relied on in suspected stroke, becomes an instrument to play, to entertain, to engulf the already meager existences of emotions. There the time to notice the wounds that are inflicted on a helpless body already, the pictures are so effective to remove any optional use of thought. It was sucked into the vortex, you forget for a moment of their lives, as it distracts you in front of a dramatic film, the lines between reality and fiction are confused, can not be distinguished from fiction more real being. The mind becomes cloudy and what remains is a false emotion, an empty carriage, hypocritical compassion forget how many cases each day will never come to light, not because it is less tragic, but less obscure and touching to tell. Shame, shame, everyone! We forget how many broken childhoods, how many fathers, uncles, grandparents, brothers or husbands have abused, they have done violence, killed. This is what happens: you turn on the TV and a martyred individual, the most innocent, the one with the most sensational story that arouses the most interest in the viewer. We will skip the rest, as if it were part of a tragic reality, too. Turn off the lights, please. Have a gasp of humanity, not to talk about it more, but there are hypocrites, tamed by the TV will emulate the attitudes and movements: post links on Facebook and Sarah has more than twenty thousand fans, as if it were any, vapid, product television.