In the cement that holds bricks stack like the ones I see there is rudeness, arrogance, spite (and write it with a capital letter) of the rules of civilization. From concrete that I can see around me, s'emana smell of dirt, stepped out of money, cheating and camouflaged imparruccato, powdered but still recognizable.
am an idealist, but I'm not stupid and I understand very well what happens, the mechanisms of a system that writes rules to override them and laugh.
The laughter of one who has no respect for anything, let alone the sensibilities of people like me, I recognize a long time and I learned to sympathize. The
sorry, but I can not nor want to accept as inevitable. These
grins do not scratch the surface that my faith and humiliate the other hand, people who can afford them. Their sarcasm, in unfathomable process that is life, will be served, and punished.
I have certainty. On the same circle. For everyone.
And, finally, a long time I do not believe in justice, much less in those who have responsibility to enforce it. Justice as we understand that you believe, is not made of words and amenicoli several articles crumpled and rewritten. It is quite another thing.
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