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Why does everyone teach us to speak but only time teaches us to listen? Aren't the real heroes those ordinary people who run from wars? Do you think the egoistical I could survive without the the rest of us? Aren't sunny Mondays better than going back to the grindstone? How come they sell us life insurance if life itself is not assured? Do you realize that we actually die and get reborn at every moment? What remains to die once the ego has died? How many doubts are hidden in a list of certainties? Who could I really be if not the person I believe I am? Why do we waste the irretrievable in order to get in reward that which can be bought with monet? Why should we be expected to always have sex with the same partner if change itself is constant? Haven't you yet realized that neither princesses nor princes in blue really exist? Do you know that the best way to court a lover is to focus on the essence of the actual person behind each face? |
Can you imagine something that there isn’t a word for?
Why do we always try and take the shortest route instead of the best one? Does Bin Laden really exist? Have you noticed that most people think impossible what they do not have the courage to imagine? Would you be prepared to live with less in exchange for justice in the world and respect towards our planet? Are you able to forgive those that do not have the ability to comprehend? Why not give life your all since you are not going to take anything with you? Have you noticed that there is no greater waste of time than spending it on hate? How long is it since you let the smart crazy guy inside you out for some air? Do you realize that curiosity and doubt are the mainsprings of wisdom? Why do crags and ruins produce such a strange attraction within us? Have you noticed that we have had your attention for quite a while with all these weird questions? So what if I am a clown? Haven't we all lost our senses to some small degree? And when is food served around here.....? |
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The invasion Jose Miguel Corchado is full to the brim
with questions. He lost count of how many questions he has years ago. They
prick relentlessly like pins but he still remembers the day when the first
question started to bother him. It was while he was in Seville, perhaps in
the setting sun with pleasant smells warfting about; an evening like any
other at the end of a day's work, just like any other. He was making his way
home through the regular city folk, alone with his loneliness like everyone
else, when the first question popped into his mind. Eduardo Galeano |
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