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The days nowadays It's awkward these days, as only it can be, ironic, as only it can be, was it all made for the damn or for the cure? What was that to be? The sun, not a cancer machine; The air, not a smoke gray breeze; The waters, not a stream of poison; The fruits, not a shame ground's son. Everything seems to be wrong, why can't it be right? Why don't you live instead of looking always for a fight? What do you want to be? There is only one side of a half to be in, you can't standstill upon the seam, the division was done, there is the light of the Dawn and the wolves that run with the wolves. But the Earth is a place, not a private property, You can't live by your law, it is proved it is more than no use any of man's efforts for creating a small slice of Paradise; Heaven's not here, Hell's not even near. Earth's a place, not a spiral of dust that will disappear in the air. Earth is a life that everyone needs to cross thru, and the miracle is not on our hands, the babies will become human beings and the funny short moment of playing God will be finished as soon as baby says his first word. As anyone grows old, it is requested a certain dose of conscienciousness, but it is changed for another dose of whiskey and drugs; sex for the lazy hours and for the moments of important things. |
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The human being versus Earth... Five, six feet of a flesh and bone creature trying to win a ball that spins as fast as the thoughts have never dreamt to dare trying to; for sure it was easier to eat by the borders, to crawl inside like a worm and to drain the enemy by the root up to the top. To divide and to conquest... What have we brought as the champions of the battle? A skin that can't taste the sun, eyes that "scream" when the light shines upon them, the air that is a Holocaust chamber at open skies, the water that is served like Socrate's last drink, the fruits that are the shame of the Nations, whose production is based in slavery, exploitation, poison, money and gains; the sea, that is an eternal hurricane factory, the atmosphere that is cooking us slowly up to 400 degrees... A notorious trophy, a legendary conquest. Not even the giant dinossaurs have done so much with their great poops all over the world. It's awkward these days. As only it can be.
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THE WORLD IS BIG
