today. Day of Remembrance.
As usually happens, affix a candle to the page of virtual life, to save face, to show the world how sensitive we are facing the devastation of entire nations, faced with an abomination that nothing and no one can erase.
Whether we like it or not, we are made of memory.
And above all, of historical memory.
In our roots is the horrors that our ancestors lived.
The extermination of women, children and sick people had to suffer.
The fight for survival.
And also, death. Why
too, is part of life. In our
veins there is a trace of malice, we seek to withhold with wide smiles, when violence is present in our daily actions.
unable to listen to. The need to continually buy unnecessary items. In the search for what is not there, for sure, out of us because we are not able to find it inside.
I do not want the easy moralism.
But if we look at the state of our country, it is implied.
And for once, I would turn it on in the heart, this candle.
And invite you to watch the film of the same name.
O to read the book, which is much better.
Maybe, by candlelight.
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