volante

volante skribi ( = blogi) pri cxiuj interesaj temoj de la vivo --personmaniere vidate, certe-- cxefe pri lingvoj, sed ankaux pri muziko, pri landoj kaj kulturoj, pri...

también sobre perSonaS muy interesantes, contactos en medios sociales y encuentros civilizados y amables ( = agrablaj retaj renkontigxoj) con gente de un montón de países que

share some of the same interests, follow a calm spiritual path and --most of all-- have the whole humanity in mind, contribute generously without making any noise

ce qui fait que chacune de ces rencontres, qu'elle soit courte ou moins courte, n'importe, puisse justifier pour quelques instants ce médium, rempli de choses (et gens?...) pas utiles, superficielles ou même directement dangereuses,

tako da se imaš dobro, res dobro, ker si našel vse te zanimive stvari, imel si morda lep pogovor, ali si samo videl, še enkrat, da zgodbe in informacije na internetu so lahko tudi fenomenalne - talentirane - odlične, ampak

nachher befindest du dich noch einmal allein, mit der bekannten Frage, mit dem Zweifel, mit dem unangenehmen Gefühl, dass du eben kein 'Recht' hast, darüber weiterzuschreiben, zu informieren, zu 'bloggieren', denn

πολὺ ἁπλά, ἡ γνωστὴ καὶ ἀμετάβλητη καὶ ἐν πολλοῖς ἀδυσώπητη ἐγχώρια πραγματικότητα καλεῖ ξανὰ καὶ ξανά, ἀφαιρεῖ τὴν ὅποια ἱκμάδα, τὸ ὅποιο κέφι, προσγειώνει καὶ ἀπαιτεῖ ΄ τὰ δικά της, τὰ ἐναντία τῶν δικῶν σου. κι ἐκεῖ τελειώνει.

THE beast AND I

last spring we were feeling wonderful :))

we thought --no: we were Convinced  that something BIG was happening, at last. 

the Arab Spring had already set a precedent, then our Spaniard Brothers  (#15M) had continued carrying the torch, and just days later, #25M, it was our turn.

the evenings and nights on the square, the yelling, the debates, the acts of protest, the happenings, the music, the screenings, the live connection with other european cities, the BrotherHood, the MAGIC... it was the power of a feeling, of a Knowledge that Here and Now the wonder is taking place, the new earth is ours, the future is now.

i was mistaken. we were mistaken.

the System --in reality: the system-- had yet to show its teeth; the plague not only was not cured or even reduced, it actually started spreading [cuz that's what plagues do] gaining new power, multiplying its tentacles and its heads: the heads of the Beast. sure, some victories did happen on our side, some [minor?] samples of an impact on the criminal establishment(s) appeared, occasionally; but we hadn't calculated the hypnotic mesmerising effect of its perverted nature on all its servants. we had not.

which only meant that the battles grew stronger, more intense and more fierce, and less far between. until they turned into this Giant --in reality: giant-- battle that now involves many more people(s), many more lives, many many more hopes and visions and legitimate dreams that need to be restored. a HUGE cry for Justice, until now dormant - absent - hostile, is producing a deafening sound and becoming the heroic soundtrack of this phase of the glorious(?) 21st century. 

it's the beast against US. against You. against Me. 

it's a dying beast. it has to be handled with care: relentlessly, stubbornly, courageously but fairly and carefully. the time for words has ended. we --you and i, and more and more people(s) every minute-- know who our opponent is. and most of all, we know exactly what has to be done. 

the Future Is Now.