"When the paths narrow for us, and the throat chokes with words, emptiness swallows everything up, and all things are equal. We are united, so alienation squeezes our minds". In the period between the twentieth and twenty-first centuries, the month of September was not without momentous events. Beginning with the sedition of "Black September" between the Jordanians and the Palestinians (the twin people), the sedition that was sown by the bakers, and thousands of people from both sides were killed, through the bombings of the twin towers. Through the fabricated bombings of the World Trade Center and the Arab fall.…

"I need a stronger throat" Nothing is certain, at any moment something may happen to us that completely changes us, but I always need a stronger throat, I want to call a distant day. My feeling of boredom starts from the first moment, when I open my eyes in the morning to realize that the conversation that I slept while discussing with me yesterday is still buzzing in my head to realize that everything has a specific time to start and end... Things don't always go on as they started... and they don't often end as we dream. Isn't it…

I look at everything in order to find the appropriate language to describe the feeling of the true healthy human instinct, away from its religious depth, because they will not understand this depth and do not want to understand it. But I don't see anything, they are blind and deaf like non-existence, but they always follow the wind, smell the perfume and realize even the winds that manipulate them. At all times, in every place, and in all civilizations, the destruction of religious identity and moral decay constituted an obsession to control the individual, the family, and society in order…

"A moral corrói na pobreza, como corrói o metal com o gotejamento de água". É exatamente assim que começo minhas palavras, posso estar certo ou errado, mas a verdade sempre é exposta quando culpo. Não acordamos do espanto do antigo amor pelo calor, nem um coração que se distribuía entre as ilusões do parentesco, nem nos arrependemos do seu amor, nem nos arrependemos da viagem de dor agonizante nos espaços da reprovação. Eles esperam que as coisas melhorem? As coisas nunca melhoram, a história da humanidade é uma multidão de tolices, mudando com a mudança do tempo e do espaço…

We are all strangers during this period, or this is how it appears on the surface.. However, despite our estrangements, we have small affiliations that stay beside us, dispel this loneliness, strengthen us, and provide reassurance for the morning we will meet one day outside of exile, in the bosom of the homeland, the homeland that we would like. We desire, and we belong...But today, I am choking on words, so I resolved not to swallow them, to say them, no matter how much this fact costs me!The role played by the secular media machine, which derives its ideology from…