Yesterday I started writing. Was one of those times the feeling is flowing almost unwittingly and so is guiding the fingers while typing and gradually formed a letter more or less success. That happens when one has something inside that has to drop one or the other way. By hook or by crook. Whether consciously or day and night and sleeping. In the end, there is fury that must be contained. However, on rereading it critically written, I noted three things.
That was very indignant
That had very bad temper
Do not fulfilled what I set out on what not to talk politics. Or at least not to speak so often of the same. The result was that everything written was the trash.
Not that I stayed calm. Let's say there is turmoil. That was very indignant
That had very bad temper
Do not fulfilled what I set out on what not to talk politics. Or at least not to speak so often of the same. The result was that everything written was the trash.
After these weeks of moving on the issues Catalunya water. After that the restrictive rules and penalties. After this furious campaign blaming the city that by opening a faucet becomes unsupportive, uncivil and irresponsible. After checking with embarrassment and with much sadness as they advertise the frequent cases of complaints between neighbors, one wonders why no politician has yet assumed any responsibility for the problem created. Why are we still thinking ourselves unsocial dangerous driving at 95 km / hour for a three-lane highway without traffic but vigilant radar. Because we believe without question all the accusations thrown at us.
Perhaps the years become the Scenes steel and a police state?
Perhaps the years become the Scenes steel and a police state?
What will the next blow? Or alternatively ... When ask responsibilities and say enough?
And finally again ... I have not shut up and avoid the subject! cagoendiezzzzz!
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