The democracy we are throttled with is a censorship of the cry emanating from the people.
In present realms, a date of remembrance brings us closer to history, and a dream that binds us tenaciously unfolds to shroud us in its definition. The reality on the island of contradictory landscapes strengthens with the words from the embodiment of loyalty . The fictitious island remains seething in the oblivion it created for itself. If there was a philosophy of certainty, it would be the reality of the dreamer who sought beyond to change the reality of the fragmented population that capitalism strives to annihilate with its rhetoric of equality.