THE KINGDOM OF ABSURD.
We are not there.
We will never get there.
The deadline to sail over the deserted waters of those who populated them was over. We were wrong.
We thought they would always last, but it is not.
It is absurd to continue fighting against the walls.
Walls that we raise ourselves higher and higher.
Walls of dark skins and demons, which dominate deeply in the human soul, and have the power to push the abyss of blind hatred, fury and rage.
Provocation of reality and death.
Let’s face the absurd by firing bullets of paper.
Paper made through years of experience, warm waters and shaking hands.
Bones sore from the humidity of cold, captive air.
Tremor caused by the passage of time.
Absurd problems, absurd wars.