Building our Nation

The prose is not a metaphor nor a hidden hope but an expression of desires of a profound humanity. It is convenient for us to entertain reality in an attempt to reconstruct forgotten places.

We walk through hidden certainties with metaphysic rhythms and the sound of whisky. Capitulation is approaching but our soul and the soul of the Nation require a certain consent in order to refrain, to abstain from undeserved pictures.

Our people are there for us to be listened and manipulated into obscure mechanisms of empty speeches. Our life depends on them and our bodies are embalmed in nonexistent appetite.

Gorillas don’t smoke but nevertheless tell the truthful youth that fidelity is a pact where we are engaged in an uncompromising movement of careful practices.

I will not surrender and I shall not create a common sense contrary to the interests of the Nation. Building our Nation abroad is what I am doing when writing these lines and approaching our people with the utmost respect.