and reasonable type: Today everything is wrong. The world is no longer what it was, before (and smiles recalling his childhood) was order and respect and justice and good programs on television, before (and evokes again) I was happy.
The guy is still thinking (feeling) and say: What happened in these years? Where is that kid who saw the future owner? Peeling, emerging, and some belly that I look in the mirror am I?
The guy is angry. Open daily, or equivalent web page, find the daily misery of it, a country with lights and shadows, heroes and traitors, with unknown vile deeds and too public. The world has become too dark to type. The newspaper, or TV, or digital version, or radio, or the neighbor who says you say is true, everything is wrong, that child has been finally back and that nothing good awaits you in, few or many years ahead.
The guy feels very tired. He's old, has expired, is surrounded by the daily misery.
never joined a collaborative project, was an average guy, never believed in many things since he left to wait for the Kings, never trusted the other, never dared challenge facing those who had the power (could hurt), often paid for breaking these little rules, you know, are just excuses to raise ...
looks around. Some of your dreams have been achieved. Effort, occasional squatting, weekends laburo coats, the view the other way when necessary, patience, long hours on the yoke. Not a saint, not the devil (in fact for both is needed greatness of which, he acknowledges, has) just a regular guy.
A smile that comes when you recognize their accomplishments replace a rictus of fear. What was that noise in the backyard? The villa is near and that black man who passes by bike and looks ...
The guy picks up the thread of his feelings, he is afraid, tired, future time he slips through fingers, the newspaper (radio, TV, neighbor or whatever) whispers in their ears spells of apprehension, anger, resentment. come for you, he says, come for your stuff, come by your life, come through all that you accomplished ...
looks around. Dreams but does not see ruins. The State, the impotent father, and does not protect the village is near, his baldness increases coming storm and the years go by.
All this happened within a few seconds.
The guy turns to the neighbor looks at him and says what country shit!
