The Dark Veil

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"When our world falls apart like a House of cards, we look for something to hold on, no point in resisting or sufficiency of crying, just have to extend open arms to slaughter and before the catastrophe, let yourself go"

Shipwreck Number X.

A literary genre that has always liked to practice is the letters, a literary genre in which Abraham Mendez Ramos held the Guinness record of letters handwritten, in the case of Abraham were open letters addressed to the directors of magazine, in mine, open letters to Spanish, Catalan, Malay poets, Anglo-Saxon and Basques, and enters all these open letters there is one that I never sent , and I think that now is the appropriate time that after five years the letter see the light, not the recipient, will read it so it will be one of those cards without destination and that anyone can read, a letter from the dark, between the past and the future, always describing the present how something deliberate, premeditated and deprived in its essence of the casual element.

Made the introduction, beginning with the letter.

30/01/10.      Private.      In Line.      The Malaya.

After breaking several drafts of the manuscript with which I try to reply to your letter, I have decided to do it with the tool that I move better, and that tool is the Works, is that it may seem less personal, more cool and cerebral, but you already know very well that the computer is an extension of my life and that when I write, whether vital or something playful and banal I usually make heart beats and putting on this soul, all the excitement, in addition, now that I'm without line you become my only reader, later hang the cards on the net, (hahahahahahaha), already know my passion for recycling.

I note the effect that produced you my visit and that no I was wrong in that sense of danger, a few days before deciding to visit you by your letters I wrote a post about the prisons, it raised several reflections, among them. "The Condemnation of the Prisoner", always hoping, planning his life between the joy which produces a visit, and the anguish of the oblivion to the sadness of the return.

How I could I think that you would know the small apartment in those circumstances?, I was saddened to see all your things exposed to the curiosity of those individuals, the location of electric countertop seemed very surreal, I knew that you had failed it you, but between the sadness of Carmen and the operator changing the bowler of the door did not find another exit which deliver the € 170.

Apologies for not having been able to make better the incident I asked during my visit, I felt guilty, but you know that apart from yours gathered a lot of personal conflicts, in any way now already all and despite the adverse it will be easier and we can hope only, secure that we will come back to us together smoking a peace pipe , and all the suffering how road traffic signal will be left behind.

From what you say of the prison population, already knew, good people and mob there in all social strata and all the places on the planet, prisons would not be an exception, I am concerned about the issue of illegal knives, put in situation of danger to inmates and contribute to detention centers to function as centers of corruption, not centers of education and rehabilitation of persons who by one or otherwise violate the law, in your case there is nothing to readapt, already it, as so many other sentences, yours is rubricada more than the sense of logic, bad milk and arbitrariness.

Antonio Beristain, dreamed of a world without prisons, he conceived of detention by way of these modern clinics aimed at wealthy individuals, but the State-funded Detox centers, places where after one season forced, a person can leave better than when entered, added torture to confinement as well as other things of different societies ... is cruelty, primitivism and an added expense that does not solve anything, the world of prisons is a business where tend to thrive many miserable, the psychopaths, acquire their jurisdiction and practice all their iniquities criminal minds, behind prison walls apply the same rules as in outer space, can scream to tear the throat while those cries of pain no one can hear them.

Today as yesterday and as always the societies living beyond the suffering of the reo, today fortunately there are a few right quotations, in the not-too-distant past, that possibility of telephoning from prison was a utopia, or in the cockpit having a TV in white and black, today to the reo is not sent to the gallows, but despite that still tend to be devoid of many needs and basic rights to rehabilitate those who commit crimes , between those rights, a connection to the Internet-controlled.

There have been other moments in your life so hard like this, you will overcome it, for me time rotates very fast, and for you is the same, until the Rooster sing we will be again at Christmas and all this will be a bad dream that we should never forget, among other things to make those words that he told Edgar Allan Poe the Raven reality and such terrible acts do not happen ever at the time...

Never Again!

* The Dark Veil *

He entered full of life,
And went rigid,
Without committing a crime,
They locked him up in prison.

He had nothing done,
And he was prosecuted,
His only Time,
Living without direction.

It went into full force,
And it had broken,
Just for being black,
They stopped his heart.

He became the life,
Looking for a dream
El Dorado dreamed,
And it found corruption.

Who caused wound the
Mortal who  him killed?
Who ran veil the,
Does that cover your perception?

Lucas Lazar. Telling Stories.

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* El Velo Oscuro *

Entró lleno de vida,

y salió rígido,
sin cometer delito,
lo encerraron en prisión.

No había hecho nada,
y fue encausado,
su único pecado,
el vivir sin dirección.

Entró lleno de fuerza,
y lo sacaron roto,
tan solo por ser negro,
patearon su corazón.

Él llegó de África,
buscando un sueño,
soñó con El Dorado,
y encontró la corrupción.

¿Quién causó la herida,
mortal que lo mató?
¿quién corrió el velo,
que cubrió su corazón?

Lucas Lazar. Contando Historias.

PS:

The primary mission of the prisons is away those people who represent a social danger and try to rehabilitate those who commit crimes out of extreme necessity of societies, but unfortunately prisons around the world are now filled with unhappy that his only crime is to have been born poor, a miserable ending instead of rehabilitation suffering some mental pathology related to detention inducing them to the world of crime and social exclusion. It occurs with prisons as with Santa Barbara, and only remind us of it when the storm bursts and Ray force compels us to tremble.

"Between the thick walls of the courtyard I contemplate the birds cross the sky, drawn pirouettes in blue, my dreams are then transformed into wings that try to fly, but they are the dark bars of the enclosure which I always return to the dark and terrible reality"

Shipwreck Number I.

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