viernes, noviembre 22, 2013

She told me

Those mornings when the repetion of the same ways of the last three years, were incredible exhausted and sad, she began to explained her feelings about birds, and peaks, and currents which every year broke the hell of her companies.

She said that that daybreak which had opened her eyes and her mind, she had immediately forgotten the city where she had found out dark, chains, immense solitude and silence; all this, in the middle of TV, cars and our national eternal noise.

The first time, every morning of the, now kown, sinister village was wake up with the sound of a man who showed the best laugh which she had never seen.

She explained us that that man had offered as an open-minded being who would explain the mysteries of that windy site.

Why she should mistrusting if other inhabitants were friendly and didn't say anything.

When she discovered that that circle was absolutely closed with those cameras which explored every possible exit; those sound registers which alerted him about every breathless flight race. Then, she repeated us that a day, she had  given her city to the stupid blabbermouths, her country to richment beggar who drove puppet politician and her life to the crazy TV zombies who had believed the powerful of their disabilities.

She proclaimed that that population was saddened and they only listened the pitiless bombardments of sticky TV. That was their freedom of their individuality

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