A tyrant dies in his bed while the people crying out for justice. Another tyrant dies on the gallows while the people are outraged. The death of tyrant is, after all, a matter of perspective. Who dies aged in their own juices escaping universal anger or who is jailed, exposed and prosecuted are two exponents of the same evil ... Impunity is a crime, but behave like the hand of God is a sin. The tyrant is dead. Long live the tyrant!
December 25, fum, fum, fum ... the verge of the year is over we are tired. These last two weeks until dawn on Friday are as a constant. Is a holiday, is a holiday, it is holiday ... The work to hell. Politics in the trash. The gaps ... do not exist. Our memory is shrinking and begins on the first Friday of Friend Secret and ends at the Top of Palmares. Further, there is nothing to discuss.
walked the streets, the confetti metiéndosenos in the mouth and on the necklines, we hit the screens with windows as May beetles against the glass we wanting to buy and buy and buy and buy ... The slope of January is a myth and will come in 2007 to think about other things, other problems, other dead. In those dead who carry on their backs, but we hide in the closet for little will not see them. We
drunk and eggnog and Christmas tamales. But what we bring a hangover?
And you do not like, vote! Not a 40 or 50, or even a 60 ... But more than 70% abstention rate for the mayor's election! Blame the political system or the people? The answer is simple: people are made up of political systems or political systems of people?
