(Fotaza Carla Molina) The day that I forget all the passwords. Years are mixed with the months and days, and the names of my people will be a jumble of sounds made with sweet taste of nostalgia. Newspeak is when I was talking about George Orwell has reduced my ability to give equal thought and just be alone. The tilde as a vestige of what used to be accentuated. The RAE playing Dada. But to paraphrase
Sabina unborn pine which is made my case.
not 1984 or Brave New World is the Guatemala that falls to a 2012 too publicized and poorly understood. A nation more polarized than ever in its inequalities, extremely violent and fearful of God and justice that leads to the well better than with bare feet.
Villages and neighborhoods which become trenches, golden cages, condos such as prisons, men who in the absence of work and the paranoia of fear, are armed, lurk in the collective anonymity guards are erected cave of morality and good customs. Women who dress in fear and work to avoid thinking. And in the macro, pre-electoral predictions are as dripping blood, smelling of people and consummate tranza up. I can not believe that there is a political project that gives a positive spin on this corrupt system and perverted.
But on the other hand, I have seen the miracle behind some free spirits and whole eternal rebel when killed or imprisoned not spread like fairy dust possessed with its light and energy. As the wave when it grows and falls hard crashing on the sand, their presence is able to create that universal breeding ground where life is born. If it is itself looks better capitalized. Life as an end in itself.
Sabina unborn pine which is made my case.
not 1984 or Brave New World is the Guatemala that falls to a 2012 too publicized and poorly understood. A nation more polarized than ever in its inequalities, extremely violent and fearful of God and justice that leads to the well better than with bare feet.
Villages and neighborhoods which become trenches, golden cages, condos such as prisons, men who in the absence of work and the paranoia of fear, are armed, lurk in the collective anonymity guards are erected cave of morality and good customs. Women who dress in fear and work to avoid thinking. And in the macro, pre-electoral predictions are as dripping blood, smelling of people and consummate tranza up. I can not believe that there is a political project that gives a positive spin on this corrupt system and perverted.
But on the other hand, I have seen the miracle behind some free spirits and whole eternal rebel when killed or imprisoned not spread like fairy dust possessed with its light and energy. As the wave when it grows and falls hard crashing on the sand, their presence is able to create that universal breeding ground where life is born. If it is itself looks better capitalized. Life as an end in itself.
(The Wrestling published in the Journal on Wednesday, November 10, 2010)
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