Legends of the revolution These days, with much attention and some anxiety, we are seeing mutations of which you can not see the point of arrival. It's not just the spring approaches, the breath of the north, was to not worry ...
E 'hailed this revolution that shakes the other side of the seaside, to the south, where passions have been dormant in the desert, and now, like fire ash seems to begin a change. Human fashion, not the water that brings joy to the trees with buds and flowers more vivid, but the blood that bathes the Arab spring. For which we hope, in addition to a reduction in fuel prices, a happy ending.
We hope that democracy,
fickle flower whose appearance so far, in the sands of Sirte is an explosion of red carnations into the chest of the dead, you become a loving spiral of pink. Or at least, "waiting to know what" does not become a screen of bushes behind which hide other guns, more bombs, more deaths on this side of the sea.
I do not know which side they are, and as always rooting for the "love that moves and the other stars, although the innate belief that I am away from the preaching of the church, let me think that man has to do something. Free choice, if not conquered Free Will.
As a gardener chooses to plant the seeds, and cure his garden (or your balcony ;-)), so even the little we can change the scent in the air, planting daisies, carnations and roses.
Carnations, however, hunt mosquitoes.
"There is a revolution we need to do
if we want to escape anxiety, conflicts and frustrations
in which we are caught.
This revolution has to start not with theories or ideologies ,
but with the radical transformation of our minds. " (J. Krishnamurti)
