05/14/2014

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Sumar Soccer Edson Silva a scene seen in made a collective one me to think about writing this text. Seated side by side, two young, that if did not know, since one was seated and another one seated when part of the double bank became vacant, used each one its shirt of soccer, one of the Guarani de Campinas (my only teams of the heart) and another one of the So Paulo, coincidently both of goleiros. They had not changed word in the passage, but I found the fact symbolic convinced that me that it must have equality and not tolerance as many proclaim for there. I understand that to tolerate a thing it is half egoistic, as if to feel absolutely certain, to find that another person is missed, but of superior form then to support it. For the scene I used symbology of esportivos adversaries, in the case soccer, but it can be used in all directions of the life, as religious divergences, politics and any other more than will have. When we respect equal rights for all we do not need taxing in them of tolerant, after all to be right or wrong it is point of view, it is choice question. Logical that each individual has preference in more diverse fields of activities and right to reveal it is by means of its shirt or flag of soccer (or another sport), of saying of its preferences politics, professionals, in its way of life, right who are its and at last inalienable since that they do not wound rights of other individuals or other beings livings creature. Who knows practising this, the humanity does not learn to live in peace? In the heat of an event each person defends with the heart its preference, sings, supports its teams, inside...
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The Prado Anyway, such things, but as I said at the beginning, we are at Carnival, and this date will loose everything, mind, body, joy authenticates who enjoy it, and mock, that which seeks to be found in the fake smile and that outcrops uncontrolled after some intakes of alcohol, for some it is simply drinking until obnubilar sensesfor others, it is drinking and taking something else, is attempting to reach a chimera, stifle frustrations that hurt those that instead of vanish, cling with their claws deep in the soul, well inside, where he tries to hide that I inside, which at times confuses the consciousness and looks more like an it seems to me that I am them invades the fantasy for a few moments of cherished evasionuntil the uncertainty again, and leaves them alone again, defenseless against their misery forever. Others that are usually released, are ghosts, which we do not see but yes they make us feel their presence, they play the round, hand in hand, with with our fears, our apprehensions, with our who say with the sins that we have hid swift underneath the carpet its noises and self-assurance shake so our minds as if it were an earthquake, and everything, absolutely everything, covers which harness barajas in the hands of fate, and joined in the round all episodes of life that have left their indelible mark from distant childhood up to our present days. Then, they have other than the laugh, laugh, sing and jump, out to graze our nonsense in the prado of the debauchery and algarabia full, arrive them, from far away, the stanzas of some old song: Ay drinking, drinking it is happy, this will by me, the other for you, long live the joy and love!. Hugo W.Arostegui original author and source...