The steps must be taken, the cycles have to close. Life goes on.
We got on a train, and occasionally we station somewhere to live moments later, and music. To get us photos with those characters, too, await the arrival of his train. We know people that fill us with stories of life chances, we ennoble with great acts of bravery, acts that exalt to imitate them, and we sympathize with those whose cowardice govern.
learn, we were excited, we feel content and betrayed. But eventually always returns to the foot stirrup and steam rollers makes the wind.
But in this game, the square window ceased to be a canvas impressionist landscapes to become a screen of a movie with sad ending.
A couple of years after, I was saddened to think that the leaders and middle managers Argentine criminal were kicking all the stands. That their fears are forced to make decisions beyond logic and awareness. False security that triumphed over transcendence. Yielding its priorities to a ballot before the glow light to achieve their goals and visions.
Today my sadness continues. That this myopia is drunk minds. I have never spoken of idealism, if not more, of the most rigid of pragmatism. Occultism and treason are not religions Edenic. Distrust, pressure, severity to those who must remain silent, and silence those who speak for free, it is not courage or will look like. Pragmatism is not flattering, pragmatism is not the obsequiousness. Because anyone with half a brain would like next to a parrot of good manners, we all prefer to those whose character prevents us from future problems. I have not met anyone, not in the business environment, or the policy environment, or in any environment, be successful silent, hiding away from those who believe and protect.
But anyway, no one teaches better than life itself, and advise a friend more than once is stubbornness and selfishness.
My train waiting, my foot is already on the stirrup.
