And like every Christmas, we listen to a long tirade against everything and everyone.
Fausto Rossi - Blues There are men who touch money as if it were energy,
men who lose their true voice very early in life,
who talk about things they have never seen in their lives,
millions of men whose bodies (other men) have destroyed, dreams altered, consciousness possessed,
in exchange for artificial light.
Men who worship science as if it were God and name God as if He were true,
and have entrusted their bodies to the magical power of universal information.
Men hidden under a flag,
and like children, they betray themselves and others out of fear,
who watch television for only 5 minutes a week,
and for this, they feel better than other men,
but still cannot finish it.
Men who talk about art as if it were nature and look at nature as if it were a painting,
men who defend Yugoslavs, Indians, Puerto Ricans, Africans, Indians,
thus making them die.
There are young men who enter 'social centers' as if they were a church,
and I do not understand them.
Old men who cry abandoned and die alone everywhere in the world,
but there is really nothing we can do.
Men who talk about soul, reincarnation, spirit,
and do not even know what the hell they are talking about,
men who detest this society and already have their new rules ready,
but they will have to use weapons as always.
There are
millions of men who have lost their reason out of fear of loneliness,
the loneliness that oppresses,
the loneliness that expands the mind,
the loneliness that is the melancholy of all the consciences of the body,
the loneliness that is a streak of blood on one's own door left by the angel of the night,
the loneliness that humbles power and makes its idols crawl at my feet one by one,
the loneliness that is the power of the body, natural light, and the need for love,
the loneliness that is stopping being afraid,
the loneliness that is the end of God's kingdom.
Everything on this earth is kept under control,
machines, men,
millions of men, human beings locked in prisons and asylums,
in Milan as in Tehran, Los Angeles, Johannesburg, Cuba, Japan,
and we cannot save them.
Each of us can try to save ourselves.
There are men who constantly worry about the wars of others,
thus hiding their own war within each of them,
men who sing words whose meaning is the death of imagination,
who play ethnic music because their veins flow with the blood of missionaries,
merchants, and military, and like them, they think of a new world order.
Men who invented the word 'art' through which they control and divide,
human beings, invent catalogs of emotions, and produce holy wars,
art whose concept belongs to those who created it,
to those who possess fiercer weapons and broader power.
You will have to fight to establish your own, and it is no joke.
Men who invented mental illness, psychiatrists, people who treat brains,
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