Thursday, October 11, 2007

Piercing Like Disturbed

Reflection without rhyme or reason


then.

In this country the politicians are not politicians, journalists are not journalists, columnists are not opinion-makers, athletes are not athletes, workers are not workers, the unemployed are not unemployed, not lovers lovers do, the warmongers are not warmongers, the drivers are not pilots, not porn actors porn actors do ..

We are a people of promise? Who are we, to promise something that certainly we can not achieve?

Who am I to say "I'll become a great journalist, politician, pilot, lover, homeless?" or all of these things together?

The truth is that we can not have power over everything, and we will never have the ability to handle whatever we want ... exasperated mothers see that their children retain the breath or spouses desperate marriages never took off that run, or politicians who perpetuate indefinitely unbearable egregious lies ...

We can not help but come back as we groped for a long time ago, that living beings who sought simplicity, and the art of every day.

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