I'm getting older. It is not about my physical condition deteriorates. On the contrary. I look like a Rioja Reserva from a vintage excepecional, and over the years gained form and even a dash of sex appeal . No. Where I notice the relentless passage of time is on my ever more pronounced skepticism about everything. I do not believe anything.
remember when I was young
Last week no. Last week I read that headline in a newspaper and I took a joke. Maybe a couple of years until I have pissed off with the journalist who decided to take our word written by idiots to the rest of the population with half a brain and used to learn. But this time, I caused hilarity. I came to mind images of dozens of dumb-ass coterie of televisions and radios whose speech relies on an idea as absurd as the one that collects the owner without stopping to think for a moment, neither the United States is able to to require no human rights are met, or you can play with China, which has half the globe caught by the balls.
I look around and realize that we live in a world of lies pre-cooked by a select gourmet club. Mindundi Nothing any of us will say or do to regain those values \u200b\u200bof justice and truth are lost soon after leaving college. Call me defeatist, but as I prepared to learn to manipulate reality, ergo lying, I'm in my right descinfiar all, of not believing anything. Neither kings nor Elvis. Not even Yoko, even in the Beatles. I just believe in me. Let me explain my own reality and move to fiction. So at least I know that I'm not kidding.
Audio: God - John Lennon
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