"The fallacies created by the old symbols proposed the old humans support the fear and the confusion. Some of the new citizens. The young humans wonder if all those battles against tyranny were true. They, every night after sex (many of them, even without knowing what it is to make love) if the order and freedom in real, is order against freedom. Then, human beings think of other symbols and slogans. Thinking one more time, after decenies, in arguments and the awful truth. After a month, the scream are grafittis among the walls and the blood remain in the streets, with the indifference of the accomodate and the rage of the majority. 28 May in 52 Minutes and 18 seconds of courage. A month after the fire of the hearth are in the cities. A month of the repression and screams and blood and the silence of the power of the world. However, here, in these lands, the young people knows that the others see the facts and understand the words of the songs and arguments. Other times, in some minutes with the use of the sounds and forbidden words is possible to build, against all the fears.
In these days, the hope that this old world dies is good. The hope of the life and the expansion of this life and the possibility of the knowledge to be, not only to resist and survive. Developing the story that, finally, it can erase the lies of the establishment that forgot the great chance to read and understand of the real humans. There are not strange days. These days are the time to create the fracture in the block of stillness, but ironically, the minutes to perform the compassion and collaboration to write the good slogan: fraternity and life. It is very simple: the horror of the territoires and the countryside is now recorded and disseminated in the cities. The murmured terror in the old university buildings is now seen in real time, and now those cowards who are parents today know that it was all true. With shame. In the night, their children may be the next missing in front of them.
XXI century and as long as countries like these exist, humanity will not be able to advance. Countries with the possibility to build a present to cement the future: not spaces for slaves and rapine to emigrate quickly in direction to the other lands. The friendship expansion is possible as humanity, with another type of civilization, as planet not as a simple nation. Of course, the change brings fear. And it is not the goal to emigrate but yes, to stay and stop resisting because the fight and reason are necessaries: the fight for life not searching death. The time of the humans change for the time of the humanity and life. Romanticism is more than love.
What kind of nations are necessary? It is not a question of necessity but yes of perspective and some projection as a species. The challenges are to guarantee life and to preserve knowledge and memories for the future. An heritage (not for the own childrens) to write the new songs and poems and formules and to build new ways to meet with the Universe again. Friday night, and I'm wrong, most of it, adding up each of the individual feelings, can be fantastic. Together around fire the fears in night disappear (and more with stories of the other romantics, in other times) .
It is not possible a silence. The voices and the words imprisoned for decades, against all prediction, they found how escape and to arrive to build new words. Lyrics, arguments and description to inspire people and to write a new tale in the collection of the human legends and mankind story. Why the silence if now, in the worst of the time, humans recognize that the life is the only possibility. In a specific day, in minutes and seconds a man find the inspiration against all pronostics. It is not time to silence, the songs are in the fond of the city, while the rain tries in vain to calm the flames of protest. Tell me, why you are alone in this night while the rest come back triumphant from their resistance? May be, because the time to resist is finish and now, it is time to another different thing. Yes, another thing..."
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