Douce France
is a hexagon, which reached 671 000 km2 and its coastline stretches over 8245 km. An ecological wonder, a catalog of landscapes, from Alpine peaks to Breton cliffs, verdant countryside in the island of beauty, and even overseas with the tropical climate. A story with a lily flower, the glowing battle, the national hero, heritage. A European pearl where to live, what we want abroad. France, land of culture, great food, refinement. Baguette, boutique hotels, castles of the Loire, duck confit, and Penal Code. Yes but that's it. You feel this heaviness that descends on us for several years? You feel this shame to watch every day a little more freedom, equality, fraternity violated? Lights in the cellar, museumification deleterious oblivion values, the creation considered a hobby superfluous. Do you cry watching CRS stupidly violent homeless families? And then you choke just as stupid in your tears, driven by an impotent rage? Muzzled by impotence. Disgust, resignation, is your day. You are working harder for less money. You fear the winter, cross the eyes of those who sleep outside, you think, but why do we find no solution, you're saying and if it were me, if I kidding, if something kidding, it could be me, you're shaking with a chill and you walk faster, you understand that if we do not find a solution is that you fear and you walk right, you do everything to does not end at the street as we left the swing hanging on street corners in the Middle Ages. Your dream to raise mountains, you can barely get up in the morning. You want to leave after World relieve the misery of the world, you do not even consistency to act on your door. You fantasize ideals and you can not sustain its intensity. You are still banned, suspended in the mud. You are outraged to see from charters. You are shocked to see that establishes a contempt of flag, full of blood at the bottom and sky at the top, so that any citizen can be mistreated at any time by a police ever more powerful. You have an identity card and even a passport, you had the chance to obtain it without difficulty, being French to French parents. You're relieved not to have had difficulty obtaining your passport. You have a voter's card, which you use obediently at every election, you vote the same manner, when necessary, often with a start-heart. You eyes widen when you hear nationality and forfeiture. Do not believe it too, but you of course. You do not have the strength to believe, you've already swallowed so many snakes. You almost regret Giscard and Chirac. You are not the same side politically, but you were not ashamed of them. Disgust glue, breathe disgust. You move into a circus of unworthiness, you wheel, you stumble, you get up, dusting the compromises. You feel much older then you're not ... how have things have degenerated so quickly? Wondering if this will change someday. You say that you must change one day, and quickly. You hope the energy, synergy, something. You do dictatorships, the wounds of history, and you wonder how you can achieve by letting this vile screed to dress up economic recovery As you walk the streets freely, while your life is not threatened, you're embarrassed. You think harder than that. But it creeps insidiously corrodes it. You do not feel the challenge. You must be up, though. Yes, you.
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