After much writing about me and my life (and the overdose of poetry in this blog XD) I decided to write again a strange story but took courses at a time XD . Apologize for my political ideology is so noticeable XD.
Thousands of eyes watching the same individual, judging him, baring its filth and humiliation. There he sat as usual, unable to read the thoughts of others and seeing the secret intentions of those who do not even know him. Walk slowly along the wide avenues of the port city, trying to get what it needed to continue their work and pay the daily bread.
Your course is not fixed, just simply follow a possible path to achieve your goal every now and then stopping to pick up what you need. Meditate much every object you collect, which is thought to be appropriate and what is coming in handy. Cardboard, glass and plastic bottles are carried by all in his little cart capital.
He still remembers what it was like a couple of years ago, as was all before the 2001 economic crisis when there was one on one. But that is only a memory, all those luxuries, all the old photos of the endless holidays, all those days sleeping under a coat and now, just had that job and that little 'house' built of canvas, wood and cardboard only assured endure cold, wind and heat.
Times had changed and that time had forgotten, the streets were full of hunger and poverty is no longer knew what it was kindly but known to indifference. Those forgotten times are known they will not again be reached, the crisis plaguing the country and the leaders do nothing to improve it. Since neither the native ruler governs, now come to rule powers to infuse chaos.
Now there is nothing to do, ignorance is the majority and no choice but to comply with the bravado. Maybe things would be different, but that it is almost impossible, after all, just what should be done without thinking about the future only think about the present.
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