Borders

At a border I found what others were planning to look for when crossing the border, I however pretended to imagine what awaits him when he crosses the border, at least the more intelligent ones are already shouting that the edges of imagination are on the verge of speculation.

I no longer talk about this imaginary subject with superficial critics. I like to talk to mercenary warriors who mutilate children and old people. I imagine them as butchers in the sausage mills.

When I listen to a woman who writes with blood in the imagination of any media, -it makes me laugh-, since she needs a weapon and inspire to be the mutilator of the wounds that the gazas do not close, less in their borders; it is worth saying that I have expected that the borders are compared to others, it is stupid and iniquitous lacking visionary, imaginary crime, to compare the stupidity of fanaticism with the organized crime of some few.

It is easy to say to the bitter murderer "kill!", when you know that the story will have the same end, even if the stupid typewriter has no brain, the stupid visionaries, vision the brainless stupidity as a solution, "attack, destroy and kill", is the sacred nobel of peace in the world, the one who ignores these principles cannot be intelligent in the dreams that a butcher interprets in his world of harmony-chaos.