Edinburgh in the night.

Edinburgh in the night,

and a explossion of light,

with the stone of the fronts,

drawing up smart lines 

of the dreams and the drums,

in the dark city's closes,

while a fairy sings loud,

and a lullaby sounds, 

through a window in pale

yellow candle of oil,  

under the biggest moon

beyond the fog it shines

dress of colours and roses

beside the freedom's minds

where the great poet lies

despite the time goes by.

For a soul of his age

he is pure like a child

at the end of the days.

                                                Jeremias Soler

TED approaches us to the art of Miru Kim

I am always positively shuddered with the point of view of Miru Kim

Unscrupulous sheepherders.

I don't like many things of the world where I live. 
The utilitarian education creates narcissistic monsters.
Fear manufactures bad persons.
People often is a herd moved by unscrupulous sheepherders; 
every sheep has tied dreams;
the identity of every sheep is sheared;
every sheep is punished for being creative.

I don't like the exemplars of monkeys 
that consider themself superior;
they shepherd the flock to where the livestock industry is
to kill or to enslave the sheeps.
But the herd is made of hearts,
and every heart is a creator,
every heart has an unique capacity to create, to love, to grow up.

Everybody has the right to be a superior aim, 
higher than the drove.
Every consciousness is the main aim of the universe.
People should fight for everybody's freedom,
for the right to be free, for the right to be creator, for the right to be able to love.
Everybody has the right to identity, the right to be oneself.
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