Otherladyinblack

When all this horrible thing started, many people said that we were going to end this as better people and better society. Alas, from the very begining I doubted it. The sad truth is that we are becoming worse people and even worse society. The feeling of union and hope of the first days is now utterly smashed, and we are far from seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. In the country in where I live, the people are willing to go to the beach or to the mall, but not very eager to behave responsibly. And it is the only way. Many people are persuaded, without any solid proof, that the thing will die with the heat of the summer; other believ

 The night in which the culture of Europe gave its death rattle... If only all the tears could extinguish the fire. I am lost. Fatally wounded.

I know, there has been a long time since my last time here. I must ask the people I usually follow my long absence and my not following and liking their works. I just did not feel like that -and I am still do-. There are nights, and days, and times, in which your own all life, no matter all the time you have lived, or all the experiencies you have collected, or all the things you have done, seems wothless. Why go on living? Why go on dreaming? Why do go on creating? I have looked back into my past, and I do not see, neither there, nor today, anything to be proud of. Nothing worth. Nothing beautiful. My own works, I despise them.  Such amoun