damn, fool, it is simple

why does kadafi needs to die, why couldn't he share? and eduardo dos santos, and all the other abusers everywhere (political or hidden)?

i'm a little drunk, and i need to write this.

what if the world was turning right? what if every sun of a bitch gots to die with a round of bullets? what if solidarity rules everywhere and beyond?

i lunch at a place were everybody seats at the some table (we, in portugal, have a delightful costume of putting a table one inch aside, so that people feel privacy, it uses to amaze me, now i just adore it), people from factories, eating with hungry generated from physical labor, people that don't care about millions and is fooled everyday by those who have them, people that fells solidarity.

damn, the world is wrong, we don not care about our equals (or differents), but i (maybe want to) start to believe we're starting to. it's when one have nothing that one have nothing to lose, so that one are ready to take it all.

my brother posted this photo with some kids playing in an improvised merry go round. we were all like that, we were born free, and beautiful, and caring, we didn't need fancy things to be happy, we made everything happy, my kid does it, with a card box, if need be. in a lot of places in the world, people gets just happy so that they can eat and feed their kids, sleep and kiss their kids to dream, talk and listen to their kids laugh.

what else is there that is so important, fools?