Because democracy is to listen not just talk. It is not only freedom of expression, is not afraid of the ideas of others. It is accepted that one can be wrong, it is clear that no voice should be silenced. Art, poetry, dialogue, is love. Peace is the way not the way to our goals. Nothing order peaceful and understandable way why is not listening. But there is no valid request is made if we can not give. Your defense is the utmost conviction that if you create a fool, a coward, a tyrant, an isolated, ignorant, in the depths of your being, something tells you that you're right. I have no fear of the ideas of others. I have a fear of what ideas can give me. may change, modify in my attempt to listen. I can not say "no", because I believe that each an "if", so true. Hell is other people, said Sartre. The masses move very easy. But little thought. I cover more than one person could and I do not forgive mistakes. There is no valid solution for me beyond the limits of coherence. And it's so easy to have crazy ideas. The best way to lead by example is to be the example. I believe in what I say, I think what I do, but not always. Is there a universal truth that nobody knows to say no? Then I need to find it again to believe in what I do ... to find a utility, because I feel like a drop covered by the wind in a rain that never stops and does not want landfall because they are afraid destroyed ... I can not change the world. But a person is different. If I can change me then I'll be going beyond the limits of my possibilities. Sleep, and clearly I do not even know if what I write makes sense or whether it makes sense to write it. It's amazing how many things I think are not mine. In my mirror real life ... in eyes that do not lie and find a soul full of love and life ... I want to see me. "I am a victim of injustices that make me just about life" I want to be and do not know if I am or just hope that I do ... My soul is as restless as a sea of \u200b\u200bturmoil lurking crumble everything I am. With the slightest blow with the slightest breeze, all that I can stay in oblivion ...
