a time when we are allowed to live, you know, is not the best, the end of a cycle is said, the pinnacle of decadence, and it shows. He feels if they breathe the air, we're in a vortex that pushes down and it seems that nothing can bring back up, no one or so he thinks more to return to, or almost no one thinks there is a return on that. A situation that can not explain the Tortuga best if not the observation of the facts more materials, so to speak, in the "politics" in the economy, the feelings of people who do not stop at least reflect on what's around him, and continue the path traced by individuals "disreputable," as if both most natural thing there is (and maybe that's the case).
So what is there to do when everything seems to converge toward a total waste away the most basic values \u200b\u200bof human life? When you find that your thought, maybe it's not your own, when the man was crushed to the ground forcefully and even the sight of the stars arouses more emotion, when the life is reduced to a "consume, produce, crack" institutionalized, when ratifying EU treaties shameful, when economic crises are designed for a specific purpose, what remains to be done when we begin to build detention camps for possible future insurgents when food is detached from its natural evolution and is modified to respond to criminal logic, when the war becomes the engine of the world? In short, what is there to do when you are near the end of the story?
Maybe a little, maybe nothing. Although the Tortuga is convinced that at least one thing left to do there.
give oneself to the music ..
PS these two lines (which on second thought I do not know why they were written or for whom) should not be perceived in a negative way, despite everything today c 'is a nice warm sun. And anarchist speaking, while there is struggle there is hope. Profanely (from profane) talking about.
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