She seems to be alive… But she is alone, no one takes care of her...
Of course, she is to leave her house, her live, her belongings...
She is on the point of deciding for herself...
She is sure to win this time...
Why?
So easy...
Yesterday, she grew to know the truth...There’s nothing but freedom...
Everybody thought she had gone crazy...
You, people of the world, you are those who are crazy. You spend your time eating when you aren’t hungry!
You waste your lives taking photos and you forget the most important...
Morning. The dew, the lawn, the sun, the birds chattering (Are they talking about Wall Street? I don’t think so), the smug president of any company complaining about the crisis from the TV set...
All people want me to give up...Want me to be happy, want me to be like them, so peaceful... So boring...So dead...
I’m crying, without any reason...
Any reason?
Machete al anarcomacho
Hace 12 años

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