Yesterday,
without you, we're spent a crazy and wonderful journey. The last days we’ve
received bad news about our life:
Our society is sad because a deputy has called “gangster” to some people who destroyed with impunity our economy. My traditional newspaper mistreats the word and forgets how many false words of the bankers and politician have destroyed lives?
The justice
doesn’t find out guilty people who irrigate with petrol our coast. Is it an invitation
for other petroleum tankers?
Different
deputies sign up a Manifesto to support a corrupt people?. Can someone judge a
man who steals a car?
Dormant citizens are living in a cavern
where the reality is displayed on the back wall. These deputies know that their
voters are enclosed in a cavern.
We found out that place, where the countryside opened my lungs, my mind was again comfortable by trees and stones which dressed my young days. Yesterday, other citizens share their illusions, their human projects; we began to destroy these cavern. We must open our ears to hearing the whispers:
“A boy didn’t
like playing guitar in front a corrupt politician. Maybe, he will lose some opportunity
to develop his career. Some Valencia reporters have been supporting these kinds
of politicians. They wanted to anchor their lives to corruption. Now, they proclaim
their knowledge about the reality. They built their lives on swamps
The boy, as
I’ve listened from Marcos Ana, moves his life, to his conscience. Will he know
his strength to not be caught by satraps?
Some woman
asks about the impunity of the thieves, but she finally recognizes that the
economy crooks are enjoying their felonies
I thought
that I was away thousands of miles of greed, of the eternal lights that someone
finally discovered, but you called me, and you wanted to come back, and I, for
a moment, feel my feelings for you as my old feeling for the “red Ford Escort”, my ship around
the World
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