I do not like writing during the days of chaos. I hate to write almost about anything. I enclose myself in four walls, four streets and I look a world who’s pulsing and a street which is burning. Then we stay right here; me and you and another one too, and we are all forgotten and Athens alone going mad entire lives in the turbulence of the facts, being contradicted by itself with the same music, non-poetic and unconventional. Core of the whole and of chaos together.
And you are left with nothing because in places like ours fires fade in nightfalls and light up by day. And I do not remember there was a solution ever and might never ever exist one. And tell them to stop because I’m afraid, because I cannot see them fully armed, arrogant around me with masks of enforcement and of powers. And tell them to leave, there is not a solution being here, it is nothing. And tell them that they too are children and if violence is not the solution, then just leave it. Stop the rape so as to make the reactions stop. And tell them again, that they were children too and they did not grow up with guns.
And the roads are blocked and the light turn out and the people and the day return back every time a step. The bearings are remaining empty, and everyone is left to forget why Athens is flaring up each year. And we stare at each other. And you hear many things, probably you believe them, and many years passed without meaning and became exaggerations and we were left to goa step backwards again. But now, ask them … now where? Ask them now where will violence lead us, ask them who nourished all those who overdo it? Ask them to tell you why do they hit? Who are they hitting? A society is sick and the center of it mortifies.
And take them away from me and get me out of here. And take me back to a place of freedom, if there was ever such place, there you should take me. And speak to me and laugh with me and tell me that now everything is ended, and there are worse things elsewhere, to go there, and not fighting at each other every single day. Tell me that all have passed and they have learned by their mistakes and they are not terrorizing us anymore and that they do not stand ready and armed everywhere as if we are beasts. And talk to me about how I will start from tomorrow to think freely again, not to let my soul been polarized, not being overpowered by the fire.
If We Do Not Change Something Now, We Will Not Ever Change it.
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