The scene in V, and on the lips of «Macbeth», said the interpretation of Shakespeare's life and this world and the people:
«What life only under the walk, the representative of the poor, the story told by a fool, filled tale of noise, violence, does not mean anything»!
Yes .. Sometimes I have a feeling this absurd even for a few moments, especially those long nights that I make in Alexandria for the world and hopes battalion friends before and after prison.
Battalion who they come across them and a huge Sadfony in the journey of life, since childhood, until the presidential election, Imprisonment and beyond.
Did not have a Li-rays revealed many facts were not visible on their skin and their faces ..
I have not heard yet that there is an invention of soul and reveals the intentions and secrets and mysteries of human beings.
Known giants, while what they are dwarfs, midgets and knew the days that they revealed to me the Giants.
I knew them Brats temperament nobles, and knights, horsemen and knew morals ethics Brats.
Storm of reflection triggered by years of imprisonment and hardship and injustice in the years after prison, not a normative is to stop me, and stop me, this luxury does not like me asking, but you'll leave as one who does not stand against me, is the sincere faithful, and I encourage the riders.
Not normative - of whom also pick up the phone, which was brought every day to call me back, even every month or every festivity, to ask for, or has to pull on their hands - even morally - to Achaarama they are not alone.
Is not a normative cost of trouble to visit me in Mahbssa, or write to me, a single line for all these years, but was a standard sort of meditation is not invited, he did so and traded, while the truth is he did not do.
Rights in moments of adversity, he feels his need of a friend, and friendship, which is inseparable from the truth, in the pronunciation and meaning, and a sense of, and interest, which comes without a call to attend when others miss, and not vice versa.
Lie is the only one capable Bbaa dynamite to blow up the friendship, and undermine the pillars do not know the cause took me a day of zero tolerance with a friend is lying or treachery or fulfill the formal reality that hides in the crime of treason.
Really not the toughest on the same rights of disappointment in a friend he thinks.
And thank God that my ordeal in Ibdlny loyal friends I did not know them, and perhaps never met them before the prisons, to compensate me and fills my heart with them, who did not carry the empty days to one of them - or others - is love and devotion and tender.
I never imagined one day that the friends of «happiness» Champions commando, but I - just - you Ahsabhm human beings, not color photos.
Filled noise is not mean nothing, as Shakespeare said!!
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