The other day, the fear was murdered. Ambushed in the dark corner of the hope, the monster was slaughtered so we can reclaim ourselves from our evil twin that wiretapped and Guantanamoed US. A triumph of the bullet. The last supper of the saved nation. The redemption has been reached, the re-election en route.
Incurable, we laid calmly under the caressing beams of the chemotherapeutic treatment, awaiting for the new beginning to arise from the malignant hope.
The illusion had become a palpable reality, embraced by all that are in the pursuit of an unreachable happiness, dehumanizing our bones from the little humanity we were able to accumulate throughout millennia.
The cheers are jubilant, the glorious moment is short lived but long enough to allow us to crawl back into the burrows of our panic since we all know that this feudal eye for an eye will soon leave all of us blind.
The wisdom has reached us; the fact is that the deeds resulting from it are still dreamed of.