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BANDISTA

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To liken the different one to himself or to marginalize it for ignoring are the -so called- uniquely methods of the powerishes to declare themselves for their availability. Weather confined by the sea; creating countries from islets and the desire to own the produced sweet little cubs unconditionally as products take all of us through a familiar hegemony clamp in the hierarchy which is already set up by the power.
There the islets transform to be nowhere. Its definition is put by the establishment, by the savior; there it is alienized and becomes to be the same. Sovereign, thus creates its unequal damaged ground. It smells fear, turns to hatred, joy is blunted, the meaning is lost but revolts implicitly. Cubs are clamped and struggling for emancipation. Wings are fresh, never pushed down from the nest. Even if the threat is on the rise but not encouragement, they create their own moment to fly.
Fascism is self imposed, in the most aesthetically integrated forms, as if it is tender, just in everyday life, endlessly .. One smells militarism everywhere, the only valid value is deadlock. The contrary has never started to be talked, than it has never come down dreamed of, the hope is lost and no one gets isolated.
Geography is plot, and even without being asked to us, the not-a-souls. Squeezed in a policy between high and representative establishments, the one who disappears is the humane, simple, individual and therefore the collective life.
If the ongoing is the deadlock, there the current military apparatus should be questioned and the military-free zones should be created. The border multiplies and becomes closer, shrinks and becomes shrinking and the class is removed, vanishes from the eyes, yet it is there borderlessly and expects us to look at.
No right notes. To put a note, to search, to beep it is enough; worth singing for an unarmed world.

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