Bridge Balsa Wood Blueprints

crying of a slave who does not want to be a slave

This company, of which I pretend to be part of ...
to which I belong, because everyone in it represented ...
this society that rejects and spits up all but the present ...
The more hate and more are entangled, like a nightmare that does not breath, and waking up is a nightmare scenario ...
And this fury to fight, to raise flags, turn against a landowner to fall into the hands of another, are not these the gasps of a fly trying to escape to the canvas, is delivered to the spider?