Regulating Government

The world has been a fiction. There will be so no burlesque indulgence. The firings will sound at the top of the night. The bodies will fall on stones. The men will approach the fallen ones. Convulsos, two will receive grace shots. The bones of the skull will jump next to the brains and the dark blood, will leave a spot in the rustic wall. I do not know why I will then remember Sfocles.

It will be the beginning of the delirium and the end of the reason. Steps further on, will be a grave. They will force to send deads to us to the hole and to cover them with earth. I will slip and by instinct I will support my openhanded been in the face of one of the streamlinings. I will not have already pain nor tears. My lips droughts will let slip a saliva thread.

They will not take in striking to me again and, next to the others, taking me to the dark redoubts of the shed. Everything has to repeat itself. We will return to be run over by the boots, the butts, the insults and the sudden lights. Somebody will succumb unpublished before a bayonet. The imagination will provide other ways to them of torture. They will fill our earth mouths they will sew and them with synthetic threads. They will tear our skin with razors and the wounds will be washed with acid. With tweezers they will take our eyelids. Strap will fracture the vertebrae of the necks. They will nail knives in Las Palmas of the hands placed on a table. They will take the teeth with tweezers and accurate blows. They will cut the languages with scissors like the bifid appendices of the serpents. The morning will arrive dyed from purple. The wind will remain hidden between the hollows of the trees. When abrir the inner doors of the large cabin a corrosive vapor will flood his noses. It will return the cycle to his starting phases and the wheel of the life and the death will turn and turn. Then, the snow of the irises will shine on corpses and on the glass of the trees the birds will sing indifferent. Original author and source of the article.

If to this fact we added the preoccupation to him by evident sonrojo face, the momentary tremor in the voice or the pulse; really, that the others realize their nervousness, the fear increases. Like in all the phobias or situations that are to us uncomfortable, the tendency is to try to avoid the malaise. This situation is very useful in the short term but it maintains the problem and aid not to solve it. Sociologists and investigators social maintain that new malaises social of this time to hper consumer and absolutely eglatra not are consequence of relations of production, because is a malaise that it does not require of a social reading, much less political since that sorrow is private, of each individual, of the pathology of its emotional misalignment because it has not known to be around the time or the destiny. It comes to confirm the strategies of individualisation and patologizacin of numerous modern malaises.

What has happened? With the posmodernidad the notion of the then present was lost and the reality it reconverted. And thus, little by little, the individuals of the societies posmodernas were leaving by work and grace of the narcisista relativismo to the paralyzing nihilismo, apostatizing even of the future. Then the social biographies, like referring of culture, fragmented, were published the stories of social emancipation, more importance to the aesthetic one occurred him that to the ethics, and egolatra to hper consumer served to justify, from the flexibilities of the market to the historical containment of our bodies. Old woman solidarities of class were debilitated by the historical strategies of the communitarian protection. The vital space remodel and the delocalisation used to perpetuate the distances between the subjects. The policy, like concept restored at the beginning of Century XX, and like promise of social .redemption, has been defeated like weapon battle, and the right to I over todo" it has compensated the increasing depoliticisation of the social relations.