RDores

In the history of mankind there were always a hierarchy: The humans above the animals, Between the humans, the man above the woman, Between the men, the white above the black Between the white, the rich above the poor It always exists a relationship of dominators and dominated, superior and inferior.. After all, societies are urban jungles like the animal kingdom. The predator and the prey. All about the strongest defeating the weakest. But, there's no weak one. Our spermatozoid was the fastest, the stronger of all. It was the one that fecundated the ovule. We all born winners. It is the money and our greed that enslave us, make us weak.. We are no more than animals living in groups, performing rituals, matting and defending our territories. But, the human is more animal than the animals. We kill for greed, for power, for money, for fun.. the humans have no respect for their own species, for other species, values, for life.. nothing..

I would like people to see what I see...

I would like people to see the world from my eyes...

People see a car, I see a piece of steel;

People see a mansion, I see a big block of cement being used to store stuff collected during a lifetime;

People see a garden, I see nature being used as decoration;

People see a clothing store, I see coloured fabrics that are cut in different shapes to make more money possible;

People see gold, I see yellow decorations made out of a rock;

People see beauty, I see insecurity disguised with makeup tricks and bodies filled with silicone;

People see politeness, I see too many fake smiles and hypocrisy;

People see intelligent graduates, I see people with very good memory;

People see jobs, I see the only way of survival for the majority in this society;

People see family, I see expectations and disappointment;

People see leaders, I see egos and dominators;

People see History, I see blood and massacres for land and power;

People see dreams and goals, I just see money.

Todays' society is a battle of egos, a vanity fair.. for who has the best body, the best job, the best house, the best car, the best outfit, the prettiest face, the greatest amount of money in the bank, and on..

In the end, we are still very connected to our primitive animal instincts.. being the best, the strongest to survive in the jungle..

In boxing or pugilism every time an athlete hits the other, some organ, or some bones are getting hit, damaged.

People see a punch, but in reality the kidney is receiving that punch- the liver, the ribs, the stomach, the brain, nose, hears, others.

Every organ and bone are important for our body, for its optimal functioning.

Those are not sports. Those are people beating each other, spanking each other and feeling excruciating pain. This is not a film that we are watching- it's real violence, real brutality. Is so hard to understand why people enjoy to watch pain, suffering, humiliation... people beating each other till someone gives up or passes out.

We say that today we are more developed civilization than ancient civilizations. But "we" still enjoy watching brutality like it used to happen in the ancient Rome, with the Gladiators. What can I see that You cannot see?

What is so hard to see? Aren't we watching the same?

What sadistic people are these?

Communication between people is confusing. People say something, but do something else; People promise with no intention of fulfil; People criticise while smiling and hugging; People lie all the time, but we are suppose to not take it too serious (!) I feel the need of a guide to learn to communicate. Wasn't we supposed to use communication to express feelings, needs, opinions. To tell something to somebody? If a person lies, what is the point of keeping communication? It's a waste of time. It's becomes a bizarre game of guessing and probabilities. Communication is really weird and tiring.

Mother, I am home..

I came running through the streets of despair straight home, to my room. To get drunk on degrading thoughts and drown in its vomits.

Sleep, where are you? When I need you the most, you are never there.

Yes, mother, it was the boy with chin beard that made crawl here..

1994