In life there are those moments when you feel alone, those in which your future will seem a small point distant and unattainable, especially because you do not have the means to be able costrutia. The news on TV, those of politics, distrust of most intellectuals, make you feel like a middle ground between your ambitions and your aspirations and what really gives the reality that surrounds you, that is nothing.
In these early days of laps between press conferences and interviews with men institutionally in view of the city, I am a bit 'focused on their words, expressions on the subject as they are spoken, about the intentions and scope of some claim. Hovering between majority and opposition, between politics and education, art and culture, between the province and region, including common and rectory, I realized that my dance is more like a pirouette endless promises and fine words. Ok, this is something that you know. Those who believe the promises of the powerful? Correct me, if these are the well-being and prosperity? Well, in theory it should not do anyone, we are accustomed to political messages rejected and broken promises. Yet these good men around there is always a queue of ordinary people, the elderly or young, women or men, who still hovers, to claim and to serve, in turn, favors, and especially to serve. A host of media people suffocated by everyday problems, which chooses the easiest way to lift ourselves off and more tortuous. You end up believing in those smiles, those fine words, to applaud. And as a journalist novice might also get drawn into the dance, praising one or the other party to the initiative taken. Still do not know that the project presented today with such fervor will be resolved in yet another bubble of smoke? And you can not know. In any event, any event, you must give the same claim. Whether the majority and opposition, to join and smile. And write what they said, impartial and objective. Writes that he will go well maybe later. But do not you join the people that run around ... hopefully.
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