Five Oppositions, One Square & One Country on the Rise

 

I know more about life than I want to, I've heard, but there's something in me that fights and wants to live. A cheap solution from the window of an autocrat, selling the rates like silver, but it's all tin, it's all about measuring little dicks, everything in the strength of an arm as big as selfishness and I feel the disgust growing, the deadlines approaching, that my Kirie has a solution, that it's my responsibility, that if she kills someone, I'll really go to jail, that the competent institutions prevail and assert themselves by decrees, but it's because they believe they're talking to illiterates, which is what everyone thinks we are, that Tomás went to the wrong psychiatrist who doesn't give him an alternative, doesn't even know, for the lack of antidepressants and doesn't even want to know, (s)he can't be contacted, please press four for other matters, and I see once again the nerve of those who have some responsibility ignoring the fact that he's just an anonymous person in suffering, who can't sleep, only in exhaustion and tears do I see him reach rest, what a sad society, what a sad reality, the lie of opposites, health wins over illness, education wins over belief and justice in the corruption and precariousness of I command everything, I can do everything! I'm not from here, I'm not from here, nor do I want to be from there. Whatever the latitude, where there are only vulnerable people to be taken as wild herbs, which pass in front of them and they turn their faces away as if the true poison was not the calamity that creates more wars and affronts more dignities!

The Cuf clinic is good! The one in Arrifana was better! It's like the Lusiads' clinic, they are all professionals, all on the battlefield, defending their skin, their gold, but not the patients, the patients who allow themselves to be dragged to extreme illness, which they don't feel sorry for, because it's not them who suffer, nor their children who suffer, it's one more, one less, that's how it works. FASELIX 50 mg is the same as any other antidepressant when it comes to weaning. If it is not available on the market, because it is out of stock or discontinued, the professional is obliged to replace the missing medication. First they get us hooked on the dose and then they abandon us on the rollercoaster of sadness, we are a kind of prey to the system, and the psychiatrist can only be contacted when she returns to the clinic, perhaps on Saturday, because before that, she is accumulating the function of survival or perhaps of opulence, somewhere else, perhaps in the state, perhaps in another private institution and they push the problems they don't want under the rug, reflecting the lack of a sense of state in the nation! How sad to live in a country without ideals, without true liberal democrats, who have learned so much, only academics of nonsense, who are jerking off with their salaries, increasing their own bowl and forgetting the value of being supportive.

I have lived in a country of higher values, I have seen small men take giant leaps in maturity and responsibility for dossiers, today is this parade and debate of measuring in combat one's own share to the detriment of facts, portfolios, heavy burdens, health, the press, justice and education. We are a sad and gloomy people, someone said, who can no longer shake the flies off their own noses. Perhaps we have fate as a reflection in the mirror of the destiny voted for, according to the plebiscite of opportunism, elected. We are much less than that, when we question, despite so many diplomas, so many postgraduate degrees, so many doctorates, which are all air and wind, balloons to be inflated, without commitment, and without anyone to answer for them, or make them answer.  I have already seen the future in the test tube of which I am a guinea pig, that I raise my voice and do not shut up, despite my tiredness, despite all the hardships. I don't buy into the idea of ​​saying yes, that you are all experts at handling the dilemma, the part that smells good, on the contrary, I'm going to vomit out the systematic vulnerabilities, I'm going to regurgitate your traumatic inabilities, because in this country you're all garlic doctors, you all look the other way, pretending that everything is fine. Dr. X is on sick leave, she can't give consultations, and there isn't even any responsibility to replace the doctor. The problem is that the patient doesn't count, unless he pays, each exam costs five euros. It reminds me of Vasco Santana, the giraffe has spots, give it boiled water, that's liver, well, one giraffe times ten giraffes, at five thousand, that's a lot of giraffes! The patient is left with the tick, so the doctor's son can add diplomas! Just so as not to continue to overwhelm the monkeys, who have a reputation for being funny and playful. We are the herd (drink cachaça and this will pass), an ordered, obedient, silent, counted herd, and commanded from the top of the Belém post, with bread and water, except at election time, when they fight for votes with lies and velvety words, and even give kisses to everyone, disinfecting themselves with alcoholic beverages, but the question is this: There are no clean men working unscathed in high-ranking positions, what you see is just the tip of the iceberg that melts as they are elected.

Does it not occur to you that the people, in their majority, can demand the return of an added value because they do not see themselves represented? So many good intentions, so many songs and choruses, so many artists without a stage, and you greedy people, you want everything without doing anything, you want the world, like children, fighting over a toy that you lacked in childhood! The disgust grows, the weeds damage the soil, diplomas and decorations are awarded, but while the parade lasts, there are already guard dogs biting the future! And I, who am tired and have grown old looking at the herd, want nothing but what is just, nothing but what is competent, so that the current art of deception does not succeed, because we are all in the same boat. When a hole opens, you will sink and sink, swim or be towed, you will fall.

The five oppositions will yield more vendors, but do not forget that you need the people to rise to power. And I, who used to vote, will not vote again. I am anonymous, but there are many like me, I also heard it said in a song, that although they don't seem like they are, they are what I seem. António Aleixo, without pretensions, touching on the pain of the vain bow cocks. Oh my dear Lisbon, oh Porto, my undefeated city, i guess ihad to stay in the city of the middle! From the square that emanates in my astral chart, I will remain silent. And I keep the gold for myself, until one day I wake up and can see the country turned into a garden. I do not keep quiet about what confuses me, nor do I keep quiet about your rottenness that affects the crowd for which you are elected without any competence.