Flowers and LoveOriginal language: Spanish
Original publication: 17 February 2024
Written by: Sansón
Translated by: My
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Locked within these walls, my breathing is deep, although it is not deep with love, it is not deep with happiness... I was born to be free, in my own sense, but it seems that society doesn't want me to be. I have been catholic, I come from a believing family, i am no longer one, but if there is a god; Ask me for forgiveness on your knees. I would not wish to be in your place, the world is so corrupt that it fills me with anguish and pain, a tireless pain.
I don't want to be judged by a deity, nor led by a tyrant, i want to be judged by me, led by me...
In these months i have seen something, something that no one sees, not just shadows, i have seen a reality outside the imagination of any man, not only life in animals and plants, I have seen something outside of any living being, not only tears in my Heart, i have seen anarchy, my salvation, my freedom, what I want to achieve.
It is nothing outside of any human understanding, it is something outside of civil understanding, of the understanding of civilization and its minions, of society and its marginality.
I look to the sides and I only see the dead, the living dead, murdered by the black hand full of blood of society, of the people, of others. I have tried to talk to them, but all I hear is crying, crying and screaming. I have taken refuge under my sheet, looking for a place to find some happiness, but under those sheets I was, my search has failed. I feel very sad, but that makes me happy. I don't need to give a face to others, I don't need to be anyone to society, I am myself, myself. I hate this, but I love it.
The only thing I know is that now I am free, without taking into account the institution of order that the state has installed to confine me. I know I am a pessimist, but I do not believe I am completely, since in myself I see nothing, and nothing is all.