Dear / e.
The events of recent days, so we're talking about those events, they leave me speechless.
Not because they have an opinion, of course I have one, but the problem is that it makes me suffer.
If I think I'm twisted guts.
If I think of things like the lack of integration, racism, money at all costs, corruption, cunning, deception, exploitation, rudeness, job insecurity, ignorance.
If I still do not understand why the news always talk (right and left) of a Chinese, a Moroccan, an Albanian, a Romanian as if these people had a name and a surname.
If I think of school as I experienced, all the boys / girls who live in their childhood because their parents are totally alone in the factory from morning to evening.
If I think the lessons of my university where the wealthy people over the class throws everything on the floor, towels, bric juice, newspapers, tickets, train tickets, where to take you away without an apology, not where you are greeted ever, unless you want something in return. If I think
TG5 yesterday to recommend to yoga to combat the daily stress and have a better life. Yoga, c *** o.
These are all things that are hurting me deep inside, that make me crack the bones in his right shoulder in June this part to make me wake up at four in the morning, make me stop watching television, reading newspapers.
I'm sick of this country, I can write it?
I think it's the point.
There are days when I find myself with passion to throw things in the study of sociological or philosophical or whatever, feeling that this will change the world or at least change my world, help me to resist, will help me to realize more than happens.
And days when I do not know anything about anything, living complete unconsciousness, completely immerse myself in some superficiality, to experience the thrill of feeling part of a whole society and not the usual bit of wrong color.
not recognize myself in the low stone figures and peeled, or in the styling girlie with perfect coiffure that these days worrying issue statements as if nothing had happened, as if no one was able to understand that there are scrubbing.
But not even recognize myself in those early morning fill me with pamphlets on Marxism-Leninism, dusted-Guevara T-shirts that are just and against, without any idea own, something to believe in strongly and positively.
I realize that this attitude is wrong, pessimistic, cynical, because basically I even propose anything new.
E 'for the moment goes like this, really.
I'm tired, stove, I would like a rubber armor to wear every day for us to bounce back against the evil thoughts.
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