Glamour Y Violencia
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Glamour And Violence
I have an innate defense mechanism, lacking transparency,
That feels cornered by a system of violence,
Where inadequacy of equality jumps between the lines
And highlights with blood that cancerous dependency of having to navigate
With sweat the reality that becomes completely foreign, distant, far away.
And so we continue moving forward, walking indifferently with empty eyes,
The brain melted, and the faint suspicion that we have been consumed with impunity for a long time:
the essence, the innocence, the dignity
And the possibility of embracing coherence, with full awareness,
Leaving behind the agony of having to camouflage in collectible stereotypes
To endure the storm of distorted information,
And advertising saturated with relentless lies that neither soothe the pain nor the anger
of feeling bombarded by glamour and violence.
