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in yesterday's scene in the movie were the transgression of a woman too loving and too little mother and the schematic of a husband too conservative to be offended father, and the situation is adultery and disruption of a balance in a marriage of convenience, the dynamics are driven by the passion of guilty love and conformity to a model family socio-drive and made an elegant appearance.
But the title of the film's genial De Sica brings us back to the true protagonist: the Child Price.
Price has not, in fact, neither father nor mother because neither has enough self-paternity or maternity understand that the victim conscious and aware of everything but himself.
Tolte the setting and traditions stiff and formal environment of the theme of upper-class background does not change much and may be updated and read as a metaphor.
Price, the film's end, is brought to school as a luggage room. Nobody listens to him and while he has seen and understood everything. Price commits suicide in college.
There are many ways to disappear without dying.
A child disappears every time that his childhood is not fulfilled and this happens every day. Look around.
lack of real protection of disadvantaged children to pornography on TV everyday, not being considered Children subject of contention and blackmail to long hours of loneliness, even in school when the program is to play the first and only commandment. Not to mention the most heinous episodes.
I'm not saying that the conditions in which we live foster children. I assert the contrary. Schedules, shifts, job insecurity, the rights (for dli adults) to their personal development: there is everything except attention to childhood. This last Christmas some parents without work, could not even make gifts. And there are just these situations that arouse horror or pain.
There is the crushing of everyday life, I heard a young woman to speak in a supermarket. It was the cashier and said no, I do not do it to me because another child should grow another. Today, when I left school, my little girl was crying. By now you know. I only see at night when ex-dividend. It is too little time I spend with her.
That cashier looked at her daughter and felt. We as a country, however, do not watch the kids.
The children look at us again, even as we look at the political quarrel that pitted on TV or talk on the future, but we do not talk with them. We hear commentators talking about choices, when we know that we can not and we can no longer point to anything unless you start to build around us a different humanity, but do not listen to their children.
listen to those who speak of a public school or those who insulted the insult, but school is hard on herself and does not produce or promote change, and we slip into the pen, ink and ink and many middle-class conformity.
listen to those who speak of a public school or those who insulted the insult, but school is hard on herself and does not produce or promote change, and we slip into the pen, ink and ink and many middle-class conformity.
Children are not oh what a wonder wonder , (Also because now those who have the money if you buy them as puppies selection, seed banks and the wombs for rent and those who can not stop them ...). Children are not oh, but we are being watched. They are too innocent to judge, but not be reality.
And if this speech is understood as an old moralistic preaching, then, unfortunately, I'm right.
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