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Sometimes there are not enough words in the dictionary to claim a pain. No poetry that is not a hypocritical mockery or become more important in the geopolitical world go ... 'Well, there are dozens ... maybe a few hundred, at last, after all, what are some dark spots in the sea?. The suffering of the few, the eyes that look lost, members of cold shiver under the covers with bare feet ... Because of the drama about immigration again is cyclical, recurrent and disgusting. And because in this paradise there is no truth or metaphors that do not manage a joke about it mendacious and demagogic. In that talk, dignity and business mafias ... millionaire, personal efforts of professionals ... and technological resources of police corruption "point" in Morocco ... a state too permissive with which we are always playing you run ... run "rogue" ... And, yes ... perhaps, this "game" is that, of crooks ... and innocent, naive and desperate ... bregadores duped by the apparent brightness of a beautiful dream. Here, we are disproportionately employed to survive ... but ... there are degrees and degrees!, survival. (And neither are endless tears ... or the subject matter that is stale, and worry about the "tempered" to have crust in its support of philanthropists ... And also, you always come out with, "... and you can do "disarm you) We are too busy to speak ill of Zapatero, in mulling over the death of Bin Laden Planetary and its consequences, unemployment ... sex or in a group" contact ", and elections" small "private miseries, the Champions," Operation Bikini ", riots in the world Arabic ... Gaddafi, Japan ... and to be "solidarity" with them ... what then are a few spots of ebony baby blue on a perfect evening ... twenty-three degrees south coast looking from Eden?.
I for one attempt to form - so material and spiritual, the only "decent" I think I can do, without feeling really embarrassed. My little plot labor solidarity and fraternity ... (part time), and profess an infinite compassion for those suffering ... would pray for them ... (although I almost forgot, I'd say ... which, thankfully) but, is that God "forgets" normally ... the little details. Or, is perhaps inordinately busy to give "meritorious collejas" - not "hosts" - those who waste their time in bygone potatoes and lean beatify crotches pubescent adolescents. And frankly ... I prefer an atheist anarchist distributing hot drinks and warm clothes to the meapilas doctrine and charity giving equally ... but being pragmatic, all small grain barn ago ... and who knows or can say ... where there is more "truth." Lately, I'm not sure about anything ... and practically, I lost all my certainties. Are ideas and feelings, but every day ... I care less than those who do not care about anyone but themselves ... and continually ask myself: How much is ... what the actual cost would remedy the problem of hunger, for example ? ... or, is a question of human ambition. Disguised slavery. Free evil. Stupidity. Domination. And are ... countless terms for so little.