In the real America, the continent for Argentina to Alaska there are not a real justice and freedom. From the Spanish conquers to Cortazar... from the African slaves passing by the fearful indigenous and the Today citizens, the frustrations and lies stay in the mind and in the origin to the destiny. A real providence feeds the bondage of minds and spirits with the false explanation and hope of principles to exploit to rest in richness and the desire to be part of the wealthy and good people. With all the reasons and motivations to justify pass over the others and in passing, of himself. However, beyond the desire, I couldn't stay still seeing how she sold herself so easily. But, the easily is a question fo perspective and more with alone, the bottles of red wine and the diversity of music are more important than food. I hate to agree with her (and even quote it) but I'm a rescuer. And tomorrow night we will be making love changing my dreams by the awful reality. And my wait is over.
May 22 and something must change now, radically and transcendentally. Where are the fighters and the the inspirers? The correct words must describe the actions to follow..., it is a question of humanity not of civilisation, it is a question of life not of survival. Fantasy and reality are mixed in a question of freedom inside the fear and mistrustfulness. The necessary true is to know and recognise the natural human and the environment: knowledge and integrity: to be human being, not a citizen. I have another dream, where humans believe in themselves before their gods. Where the freedom is more than a word and of course, the social contract is a question of solidarity, fraternity, freedom, empathy, responsibility and justice. What justice? Human justice founded in principles of reflexion. However, for America it is not possible: we need a planetary revolution. So, not only out of hatred, but out of love.
The artists have been braver than the warriors (every time in a museum when it is possible to observe the past, the courage is evident): they are pitted against the system, from the manifesto that sentences them to their art that inspires, they are the fist dead and victims in a world without responsables. Killed in his time, they idea rest in the time (same if the work is burned because the legend still in time). And in the modern times (what modern times?) scientists and thinkers are against politicians and the modern slave. The citizen, who believes that as good man will be one of the privileged oppressor, when the promise is that some (not all) will be (some day) part of the oppressors. And they die masturbating and in pleasure with that idea. Ane each of them, getting drunk and alone on the defeat and frustration as human, however, in utility. My deception is my incapacity to inspire. Same for my lovers and for my disciples. In the modern times (not, reality, the modern times were before the real wars) my frustration is being forgettable. But I resist being a name on the wall of the forgotten poets and lovers (suspire). New songs are necessary to inspire, not to influence.
It is necessary to eliminate the flags and the fears towards the other and towards himself. May be, tomorrow the revolution start or the humans will be found and killed for not being citizens of the world. The human of the world is different: he is part of a planet. And she. Together will be part of a world seeing the Universe and the space to go to the stars. They are part of a new sky without gods and they are part of a planet where the daemons are themselves. I waited for you until yesterday. You are the unmentionable and five years and two months after, you could be the difference. I'm here however, the decisions of the rescue begins another life: a life without you. Another life to generate revolution before another dead."
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