would be nice, Richard, to fight through poetry, to take the knowledge that those who carry the bodies right, not because we are children of someone or have the bank account, but because our ideas embrace all people and all people.
Why then we knew we were the right ones, to be the best, to be those who create music, poetry, literature, theater, cinema, but also ideas.
was '68, in fact they were coming years. It was the 'imaginative power.
It 's true, you know, we were kittens in May, those who brave as a lion and the more so, like me, but all united in a vision of the future that she was the daughter of the Enlightenment: progress, always and unstoppable.
not know the history, perhaps we did not want to know. Did not know that even the proudest civilizations inexorably were collapsed and that their achievements had become dust, not knowing that we were grains of sand that the wind could sweep away all the time.
and we were blown away by the winds of arrogance and individualism, wealth, performed as a value established as knowledge and ignorance.
times on television, of overcoming the collective consciousness of his individuality in a world of crushing despair and helplessness that periodically wake up and wander blind with a lantern in his hand, illusion of being able to find the light and wondering "why?".
No, because there is only the history that goes through its mysterious depths. It will return to the revolt, the youth will return to the road, will return what you do not even have known and perhaps no one imagines has already been ... but we are no more.
And basically, we were only grains of sand.
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