War have been fulfilled by 22 hours the first day of the first year of a decade that accumulates in the historical. Gone are many memories, frustrations, loves, hates and other avatars, although some continue. Among them is the one I consider a defect that is repeated cyclically every year, and becomes useless, the purpose of renewing the habits "next year" total if you're going to carry the day number 364 (or 365 if applicable), then you have not been willing to change.
New Year's Eve, as he put in order some issues, reviewed the DeviantArt gallery of one of the best graphic artists of the medium: Bleedman, the alias of a talented cyber filipino who is able to turn your dreams into nightmares, and your nightmares in a dream carnival and haunting. This doujinshi craftsman, wrote yesterday: "I knew I could not sleep New Year's Eve because it sounded like out there in a bloody battlefield, so I decided to work here." Fireworks kept me awake ".
And that's happening in Manila. I do not know how that could be compared with the anarchy of powder always sell like hot cakes here in Lima. Must be a thousand times worse. Yesterday I witnessed the transfiguration my annual in a Beirut city of coexistence, in Gaza of decency. A relentless barrage of firecrackers, colored the sky with lights and lenses so huachafo marking the numeral of the year to come (which just today huachafo are more than ever).
The Armageddon of calaverones, Huanuco and binladens, wannabe mortars, artillery seized eastern falsely as every year, the once-peaceful streets of this development edged to one side of the University. A single match is enough to trigger the cacophony of vulgarity with which fires the year, yes, saying he was happy.
I'm not the only one who should hate this stupid war falsely strake mounted yesterday. A modest example of black labrador, who share our home as a pet, unspeakable suffering because of the fine ear which was endowed by the evolutionary process. Thus it was that we had to do a conseción the canine colleague, to wander inside the house, the poor little quadruped to feel part of the family, more than ever. And that is the nature of the dogs is sick contrary to the war frenzy of the human being and that is why I feel so sorry dogs participating in the army and police, and not get to retirement.
Perhaps I exaggerate, but one thing is choreographed fireworks and lighting of public places, it is true, make noise, but they are a frenzy of chaos, at least. But it is also true that those who provide this army mortars without a flag, are precisely the informal trade, crafting and alchemy, often volatile, and the heirs of that incinerator was
December 29, 2001, Mall Roundtable. And because also consider an insult, the
evoke "the glare of rockets, bombs crash" as the hymn says U.S., finding pleasure in referring to a bombing
the Sabra and Chatila , or that Eve 2009,
Gaza children and even a distant
1999 in Kosovo. Yesterday
then, neighbors declared war on anyone, and aimed their artillery prop not know who, riddled enanez the sky from the ground, and defiantly lit up the dark of night, to break his silence. In short, to make Lima a Guernika the true spirit of the celebration. In this war there are no winners, but other losers: all who think that love by the stridency is not part of the legitimate expression of joy. And if for this coming year you have not committed to changing this habit of vague Chinese roots, better not to promise anything, if you're part of the battalions of the next war the end of the year. For this case, I prefer all noise, blow a horn for parties of Punchinello.