When the last drum sounds when you do not believe in anything beyond after death, when you start to note the consequences of such pollution, and global warming, when the United States play God and send earthquakes and invade countries around the world view when HAARP is terrorizing America, when there is more than you wait for the final and I cry all over in 2012 will be the apocalypse, which is more than writing, when many people react and dreams decontaminate all, when you say "change is now" really believe, that the change should have been years ago, when you feel a simple instrument among many strategists millionaires hoping to do what they want. When left and right presidents insult on TV, and you tied in a third world, without feeling the big things that happen in "the rest of the world." When everything seems to die around you, and you live thinking about the cancer that can give you, just for the sake of being alive.
September and not see all the planet as a gray mass decaying light a cigar and enjoy it like never before, and I remember the charm of small things, a sigh on a main road, traveling at speed in the passenger seat, the smile of a girl, a movie to start a good conversation, good wine, a boy sticking out his tongue, made the breeze blow in the face, an evening watching the sunset, a kiss that will banish sleep, reading. Little things seem to fill completely, and is surrounded by so much garbage, we have no more than find a solution that is not outside but inside, with our demons and fears.
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