When I saw this scene the first time ... really moved me to the depths ... the history of this man besides be hollywodesca ... is awesome ... that their ideals were never broken ... never died ... that he had very clear and present ... that if the spirit of a dying man ... its existence then never made sense.
Mexicans assume to be free ... that we do what we want ... in fact so much so that now ... steal., raped, assaulted and no one says anything ... we are "free" to act as we want ... and it seems that no one thinks to stop ... We are also free to choose 'democratic' government that does not always meet the real needs that we as a people ... but rather we meet our whims ... and even then we still do not understand that democracy goes far beyond casting a vote in the polls ... Democracy is an attitude ... a lifestyle ... not only a form of government.
In particular I had to fight for my freedom ... personally I have not felt free ... if ... I repeat ... I do not feel free in this country ... in this my beautiful city ... much less in my own place of work ... I felt slave of corruption ... of aggression ... the lack of dreams and ideals ... conformism and having to keep quiet to keep a job ... a livelihood which unfortunately makes me feel at times that I'm alone ...
fight for my freedom has not been easy ... has been a constant struggle ... day by day ... and I confess that I have often dreamed of waking up and away ... perhaps the first step would be to quit my job ... but it is not easy to stay and say what I think ... no injustice to me and that everyone is against me ... and that with the passage of time feel that my work is in danger ... or worse ... be frozen at a desk where everything is and feel good for nothing ... because I'm not useful to the interests of others.
Everyday I wonder what is the formula to preserve the free spirit in a circumstance like this ... look at the photograph of my father in my office and put a sentence: is better to suffer injustice we are doing ... and I am sure that millions of Mexicans are wondering the same thing in their workplaces ... in circumstances ... especially when they come home and look at the hopeful face of their children ... feeling that one day soon they will lose, as we lose little by little.
Good question ... What would we do without freedom? ... Now I know ... and if we are reflective we would know all ... WE ARE NOT FREE ... if we are afraid ... if we lost dreams ... if you do not maintain an ideal ... NO LONGER FREE.
I want to be free ... I want my spirit is preserved in this ditch where I am ... I do not want to grow old and die prostrate on my bed and feel like Wallace said ... which would all lived after fleeing ... this moment that I get the chance to fight for my dreams ... to keep my spirit ... feeling that my life never really paid off. Miro
the face of my father in his photography ... sophia's face looked when I got home ... then I look in the mirror ... and all always find HOPE.
A kiss to all.
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