The Land of Forgetfulness

"I'm shocked without being a victim. The evil apologies (a strong phrase) are easily build in the false memory of the people with the TV. In this country seems that evil win the hearts of people, even justice. I think that the people are not citizen and the conciousness is a fragile word because thinking is feared. The story is written with television scripts. Scripts without argument, only with little phrases of drivel. 

What about the blood in this land?. What about the tears and the cries of those who died waiting something of simple humanity? Simple civilization? What civilized country? What homeland? In this country, the atrocity is justified sacrificing the true.  And the history, here in this "new world" is constructed by deleting facts.

I look at the horizon, seeing the red and gold of the sky. Just a Sunday sunset... but all the questions and motivations to perform a better world in suspense, with all the fears and doubts, with all the reasons to return in the air. Worth anything?  Today, I don't sure. I feel shame for those who died and those who survived expecting a little common sense and responsibility. How to move the world, how to be better the humanity, if countries like this even exist?. How to attend the best of the people, if these citizens of a "civilized" world laugh and enjoy with evil, ignoring the other, his own countrymen?. How, how to have faith in us, if all we hope for divine justice? and the humanity, where is the reason? 

I try to attract minds to fight for the reason, the peace and the development. But on days like today, I do not know if to insist on bringing them is responsible. I know places in the world where the reason prevails and the happiness really exists. But, I left those countries to build here, in the new world. What new world?. The world of the forgetfulness, where the bad stories will be repeated again and again.

However, always the faith exists with the sunset shows Venus in the ski. A little but strong light. Faith in the humanity, in the rest and some who are like me, seeing the sunset nevertheless the shock and the shame. Only one symbol banal to keep fighting..., not fighting, to keep thinking and creating. "