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Pier A year after Breaking the Silence

Without that was planned before bed yesterday told me about time to give me a space. From what I had not realized was that just a year ago they shared a day like today, an experience that days earlier he had sought: an interesting afternoon and where deliberately I spent a few hours in the company of books.

at last! He said a year ago, with that air of satisfaction and enthusiasm that represented narrated journey, stay and return with my books.

This was a memorable evening on April 17, same as described six days later and prompted by the book on copyright and published in the blog on April 23, 2009. I remember that day had posted something specific about memorable fact.

Returning to my story, is dispensable Morin name, because I read an essay he had to do with violence world, a rather interesting that I had to stop waiting for the next visit ... I have not heard about him ... I remember something about the terror and industry at that time led me to thinking about the world he portrays ... Our World !

The cover was the attack on the Twin Towers that day I began a writing thereon to the date it is incomplete, as it required the trial to continue my reflections Morin, yet I stayed with that of "the terror industry."

The same April 23, prevented from starting a group blog aimed at youth in order promote reading and the topic would revolve around "the dirty tricks" carried out a post that was never published and that to do with the digesters, in that it was when typing in front of the monitor while listening to the news, announced "the n1 H1 influenza outbreak and in an unprecedented way, suspending classes. I got up immediately to find out what could not believe it and went back to the PC to surf the net and find the news.

The last entry that day was just ending this health alert charm of my time with books ... people took over the effects of terrorism industry, told me to myself - a real shit!, worthy of publication in escatogolandia, what we need! they had to detain, imprison auto safety for granted.
The detention and face masks were our self imposed, and the passage of time we join this psychosis implementing measures in school.

Incredibly I have not heard by the trial Morin, as though that last night I take my morning with the purpose of going to a bookstore, time prevents me from across town twice and reach time to work.

terror spreads until it becomes routine, we learn to live with the fear generated by the mob, the government and its virus and corrupt political and media attention extending psychosis ...

terror
The industry is read in context ... and I not to reread Morin your essay.

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provides only vacuum and the extent of the voids ...

time has passed and the silence has been prolonged.
The world goes on
and some over.

Silences marked with uncertainty,
Loss of desire and deception. Empty
full of the same injustice and indifference
old.

Despite cries Crying latent justice

On every continent, stresses

silence of indifference that crushes and forget

A million people.


provides only horrified

For Impotence
has paralyzed dreams and desires
struggles and cries

days, sleepless mornings
lives.

if tomorrow another day will turn, would

Just one wish: That time

their holes in their ignorance

Amend And the voice repressed
Build new trails. But this morning



It becomes far distant and alien
And now forgotten.

prefer silence so far not spread to
with regrets. And just talk

When clear
The Understanding,

scratching holes in the misfortunes of facts,
Raise your voice:
With determination and conviction

breaking the silence!