THE DECLINE OF GHOSTS ... ... ... ...
Raul Ludueña
There was a time when Argentina was a rare country. Governments working in the service of the big monopolies, the "International Banking", the owners of productive fields and other institutions. These were the real owners of power.
Holy Church marked the boundary where the city should move to avoid being left to die by God and the Holy Gospels, to say the priests santulones.
weather was the moral reserve of the country, the military, had given formal administration of these politicians meekly bowed to the mandates of the corporations.
passed different presidents, formally, and each and every one was leaving the people in deep poverty. Each dog was faithful to the conflicting interests of the majority, came to the point of asking "throw them all" and no one was, they all stayed.
They stood, frightened some, hiding others, announcing his retirement a few, but all there, crouching like a predator waiting patiently for their prey. Wine
work time, with much effort we have rulers who began working for what had been chosen: to give dignity to the people, their needs, to recover their savings, paying the bills generated by inept, raise education and lots of things that nobody thought would be conducted in our country. At first many had confidence but slowly the people were realizing that this time there were no convictions at the door of the "Pink." The boom was
the drawing of their burrows, timidly at first, with more strength as it smelt abundance, with spurts of violence in hateful words, today.
ghosts are returning as zombies, to recover what they believe is at your fingertips. No objection that this is another country, another people, looking at them with indifference or contempt.
want to attack the government in any way, their constituents need desperately to not go away, dragged by a slow justice that little is left uncovered shady business dealings.
are rare times, hope for some and anxiety and distress to others.
came the time of sunset, the shadows are covering the scarecrows of yesterday as a bright sun lights the way of the people by October.
convictions today dwell in the Casa Rosada, there remained, guarded by a militant who advances to step winners ... ...
Holy Church marked the boundary where the city should move to avoid being left to die by God and the Holy Gospels, to say the priests santulones.
weather was the moral reserve of the country, the military, had given formal administration of these politicians meekly bowed to the mandates of the corporations.
passed different presidents, formally, and each and every one was leaving the people in deep poverty. Each dog was faithful to the conflicting interests of the majority, came to the point of asking "throw them all" and no one was, they all stayed.
They stood, frightened some, hiding others, announcing his retirement a few, but all there, crouching like a predator waiting patiently for their prey. Wine
work time, with much effort we have rulers who began working for what had been chosen: to give dignity to the people, their needs, to recover their savings, paying the bills generated by inept, raise education and lots of things that nobody thought would be conducted in our country. At first many had confidence but slowly the people were realizing that this time there were no convictions at the door of the "Pink." The boom was
the drawing of their burrows, timidly at first, with more strength as it smelt abundance, with spurts of violence in hateful words, today.
ghosts are returning as zombies, to recover what they believe is at your fingertips. No objection that this is another country, another people, looking at them with indifference or contempt.
want to attack the government in any way, their constituents need desperately to not go away, dragged by a slow justice that little is left uncovered shady business dealings.
are rare times, hope for some and anxiety and distress to others.
came the time of sunset, the shadows are covering the scarecrows of yesterday as a bright sun lights the way of the people by October.
convictions today dwell in the Casa Rosada, there remained, guarded by a militant who advances to step winners ... ...
0 comments:
Post a Comment