FOOL'S PARADE

CLASE OBRERA

Today I wrote this to honor all of those who are the work force of my world, the first ones to die, the first ones to be fired, the ones that have forged with blood and sweat this beautiful constructions we got, the last ones to be blessed with the cream they made, never owns the land they have to defeat, cleaning places they will never habitate, working for centuries just for the bread they eat, all of those before me in my family that worked for nothing more than his bread, hopping to reach the end of the month and praying to be alive to raise up their children to be good man, I know a few good man of this that have worked like beasts not reaching up the dream of dignity in life, that work every day and every nigth to survey in this fucking world, drinking a beer from time to time to keep alive. and hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

PRAYERS FOR RAIN...

WONDERING ABOUT THE PAST TIMES WHEN WE USE TO FOLLOW OUR DREAMS AND WAIT FOR NOTHING TRYING TO TAKE ALL AND SLEEPING LESS EVERYNIGTH, TAKING TRAINS TO NOWHERE JUST FOR HAVE A PLACE TO FEEL WARM AND SAFE, WAKING UP IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE JUS WITH YOUR BAG FULL OF DREAMS LIKE AWIZARD, EXPECTING TO FIND FOOD, MONEY OR SOMETHING USEFUL IN YOUR BAG EVEN WHEN YOU KNOW THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE, STEALING FOOD FOR SURVIVE,LOOKING FOR JOBS THAT NEVER GIVES YOU, EATING ALL THAT FURY AGAINST ALL OF THOSE THAT NEVER HELPED YOU, LIKE A PRAYER FOR RAIN..