Sometimes the world is not the one to be changed, but oneself.
yet, combinations of each of it, would produce movement...
how our geological faults gave us our customs,
how we were divided by its fractures.
something stressed everyday.
Romantic Ranti remember everything i have done cowardly because of my temper.Romantic Rant by ecal55
I remember leaving friends because of rejection, instead of caring for them as a mature part of the family.
I remember being an asshole every time im in love with someone, because im very protective and selfish.
i remember the pain in my soul every time i remember that, because instead of a coward, i could have been a hero, not a movie hero, but an actual one, where im there for others without really interfering with their life.
and as soon as i remember, i mature, later, to realize i am just a child, a lost child who wants to be strong and wants everyone around to feel that strength that everyone can have, and i want that strength for everyone, i want the children of the streets to have shelter, fun and food, not caring for the unknown nor the violence outside because there would not be, because i would be there, protecting them with my life, and i wont be weak, but strong, as i just want them to be happy and free
WastelandsWe would never know what we gonna feel when dead,Wastelands by ecal55
but sure some want it to be peaceful, out of this damaging world,
a world filled with anger and deceptions, hate and pleasure for it, imagine that...
but hold on my friend, why focus on the negativity of this world?
have u seen the remaining of or hopeful side?
the beauty of our dying forest,
the wonderfulness of our sacrifices, when it comes to fight oppression, or the machinery of dead, alone, for a better, more included and just world?
have you heard, felt, or read what this means?
to have you family murdered by corrupted officials who serve the oppressor, and in all the pain, all the sorrow, flying like a broken leaf of hope, an imagine of you, that angel who came to inspire you and give you that little motivation to continue, and recover from that devastating lost, and become what it brought you, when you most needed, that revolutionary perfection of enduring hell to reborn stronger than ever...
only because you are still alive.
Amalaya, es liberacionAmalaya, es liberacionAmalaya, es liberacion by ecal55
Disculpeme si quiere, no hay mas nada que decirle, a hecho usted lo indeseable y por eso la justicia lo encontrara.
Nadie sabia para quien iba dirijido, pero desde cada pantalla en plena guerra aparecia, su formato era desconocido y por segundos difundia su mensaje.
quienes no estaban pendientes, o estaban luchando, o robando, o maltratando serian informado luego, estaba en todos lados en cuestiones de minutos.
Toda coneccion luego, a la tercera hora luego del mensaje se debordaria por completo de estatica, una inundacion de ruido y espinas. La internet como la conocian se infectaba. Cada servidor era atacado vulnerando asi su configuracion dentro y fuera del sistema, no tanto fuera, pero dentro, su estatica creaba calor y por lo mismo derretia sin ser percibido, la matriz de toda memoria.
En esta guerra, la guerra por liberar a nuestro pueblo oprimido de quienes ahora se asustan dentro de sus cuartos, o de aquellos que nos han robado el habitad de nuestros antep