They had said that they did not know what they wanted, but they knew what they did not want! today? Although the historical protests, the malandragem if has spread and if infiltrated making adepts. As much this is truth that these situations if extend in geometric ratio and us we remain inert or when we want to react we perceive that we are impotent then, what we make? We assume the position condemned in the music of the Z Geraldo: ‘ ‘ this everything happening and I here in the square, giving maize to pombos’ ‘. Not wanting to say that if it does not have to feed the birds, but that this is the position of who is not committed to the routes of the society. Worse it is that, beyond this refro, one of estrofes affirms: ‘ ‘ It enters year, it leaves year, each time is more difficult the bread, the rice, the beans, the rent a new race of the gold, the man buying of the society its paper. /When higher the position biggest the gap. This everything happening and I here in the square, giving maize to pombos’ ‘. If as much contrasense exists and at the same time in them we keep ‘ ‘ giving maize pombos’ ‘ , somebody can ask, who is in the contrahand? Those that are ‘ ‘ commanders loucos’ ‘ or we, Brazilian people, we place who them in the command and later we do not organize in them to escorraar them of there? The reply: we and they. ‘ does not exist; ‘ greater responsvel’ ‘ , they only exist responsible.
E each side has its quota of guilt. We, voters, are responsible in the measure where we are imposed the obligation to choose: We are obliged to vote. when we vote, most of the time we reelect the malandros. this if of the one in the three levels (city, state and union). Something could be prevented if, looking at the dirty fiches of some candidates, we had this as criterion not to vote in them. They guilty because they had been voted, or are concursados, to produce the welfare of the population, but if they dedicate to the interests of ominous economic groups. They are installed as if they were a enganosa propaganda.
This makes to remember a 1944 poem, ‘ ‘ Nmeros’ ‘ , of Trilussa, contemporary of Mussolini ‘ ‘ I am valid very little, am sincere, I said the One to the Zero, However, how much valleys you? In the practical one you are so empty and inconclusive how much in the mathematics. To the step that I, if place to the front of five well equal zeros you, I perhaps know how much I am? One hundred a thousand, my expensive one, nor a tico to less nor a tico more. Question of numbers. By the way, it is what it occurs with all dictator, who grows in importance and value the more is followed-lo’ it to the zeros; ‘. thus we are all, in the contrahand of common-sense, ‘ ‘ giving maize pombos’ ‘ while some of these ‘ ‘ number um’ ‘ they call in them zero. It beat a doubt: They find that we are zero or we are really zero? Neri de Paula Sheep? Master in Education, Philosopher, Theologian, Historian.