hated the eighties, not only for fashion but asymmetric chinta particularly for violence widespread carnage and war environment that was present. Distant memories of a childhood of fear and walls they heard.
In the nineties he signed the peace that was only paper. There was no dialogue, no reconciliation, no reorientation of interests and forces. The weapons and bullets were still the preferred method of conflict resolution. And now we are surprised to see us walking in circles, wandering in mazes end, draining blood from the news when we have increasingly reduced our level of dialogue, tolerance analysis, dream of social change and realize them. There are
former paramilitaries demanding ever compensation, the same mess of dirt, the same exclusions, the increasingly large gaps, contradictions sharper, more obvious polarization, the same wounds that will not heal. The same shit budgets for education, health and safety. The same starvation wages, the same methods of tax evasion, evasion of justice, corruption. The same cronyism for positions in government, institutionalized bites, the same vote-buying pints senseless stones and poles, the same politicians now reproduced and enlarged. The same fear to denounce, to act, to defend the essential. And more and more orphans, more widows, more mass graves. They persecuted, tortured Sololá the master (I think Lisa G), sociologist brutally murdered (I think Emilia Q), the artist did not hurt anyone (I think Boris J), the same injustices.
And to cap it on the radio sounds the same crap music.
(Wrestling posted on Wednesday December 15, 2010 in elPeriódico)
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