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Without us there is no democracy

Without us there is no democracy. For too long has circulated the poisonous idea that citizens can not change anything, that an individual can not fight the big corporations and economic interests with impunity decide that democracy becomes market. For too long we have believed that politics is something that happens outside of us, as if each of our actions were not governed by it. Favored even several generations away from the political consciousness with the disastrous consequences this has for the future of a country. For too long we have introduced the virus of the discredit of the systems parliament until the disease has spread, as if we had not learned anything from the historical times in which something similar has happened. For too long we have partaken of the feast of corruption, the silent, opportunism because we made do with the crumbs that fell from the table of the powerful.

We have been accomplices.

We made do and the consequences have been clear: our silence we have been delivered into the hands of those interests that benefit most from our passivity that our participation in each of the acts that make democracy.

Oldest The Acequia readers know that I do not blame both politicians and society of the current situation. After all, politicians are a product of this society: the best of them are expressions of the inertia more obvious, the worst are those who, with the permission of all, work for foreign interests to the public good. There are few who are saved because ciudanos also few who are saved. A society that loses momentum for democratic participation, which fits when things are going so well that no matter who gets angry only when it has no financial capacity to pretend to be rich and anesthetized with leisure, which is encouraging corruption or even voting claim to those who have consented to, a society that wants to be democratic because democracy requires daily effort, deserves the politicians they have.

So this area joins the initiative of real democracy and , which had already joined the blog brother Manifesto solidarity.

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Because you have died forever duck Stories

The Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías alone would sustain the reputation of any poet. It is the pre-Lorca and Lorca New York later. As we know, is a poem composed after the death of the bullfighter Ignacio Sánchez Mejías , tragically caught by the bull in the Plaza de Manzanares on August 11, 1934 and died two days later in Madrid as a result of gangrene, written from the classical genre of Plautus , the structure and topics respects although not initially seem.

I now noticing the reflection of the poet, which precedes the body of his dead friend, claiming the presence of "men with harsh voices"

Here I want to see them. Before the stone.

Before this body with broken reins.

I want to show me the output

for this captain bound for death.

I want to teach me crying like a river

have sweet mists and steep banks,

to take the body of Ignacio where it lost no

listen twice breath of the bulls.

The farewell is bleak because Garcia Lorca know who dies without mercy, for ever ("It is finished") and, in fact, there is nothing beyond death:

Because you have died forever

like all the dead of the Earth,

like all the dead that

forget in a heap of lifeless dogs.

To prevent forgetfulness is only the poet, who sings the dead man and his virtues, not to be forgotten:

Nobody knows you. No. But I sing.

I sing for your profile and your grace.

Because poetry is in essentially this: to conquer death. The rest is just death because when one dies, it dies forever. Those who attend should not outrun death, but face it, at the foot of the stone that holds the body, as the poet. Accept the death of others is to accept, at last, the self.

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Do you know the history of duck cocky believed differently than others who lived in the park? Did not even have the meat tender and there was no way to soften. Comparable only to the history of those ducks that had despised the different feathers and turned their backs on not be like them.

Stories of ducks, of course.

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suffice hand dip and stir gently, almost tenderly, the water's surface. The look would find ways that were there. And could not see.