PEOPLE HAVE THE REAL POWER

Never think that we have no power. We are millions of people. Our choices greatly affect the economy and many other things. They really want to make people believe they have all the power but they don't. We have a lot of power but we don't exercise it because every day they manipulate us to make us want useless things and to enrich them. But if we become aware of our choices we can make sure they don't win again and again. We are millions of people but we have to make the right choices. They run oil companies, junk foods, poisons, pesticides, poisonous detergents, etc ... So if we don't buy what they produce then they will lose that power. Imagine if big brands like Coca Cola and Pepsi no longer sell, what would happen? There are so many things that people consume that destroy health. We must take back the power to decide for our own good. We must stop spending on useless and harmful things.

DON’T BUY NEW CLOTHES

DON’T BUY JUNK FOOD

DON’T BUY NEW CARS

USE ONLY COTTON AND WOOL CLOTHES

PLANT TREES

EAT LITTLE FISH AND LITTLE MEAT

PLANT VEGETABLES IN YOUR GARDENS

EAT YOUR OWN VEGETABLES

 

You, the people, have the power to create machines, progress and happiness. You, the people, have the power to make life beautiful and free. You who can make a splendid adventure out of this life. Let's all unite! Let us all fight for a new world, which gives everyone a job, hope for the young, serenity for the old and security for women. By promising you these things men have come to power. They lied! They have not kept those promises and never will. And they won't give anyone an account. Perhaps the dictators are free because they enslave the people. We fight to keep those promises. To break down borders and barriers. We fight to eliminate greed and hatred. A reasonable world in which science and progress give all men well-being.
I believe that this historical period should be told more well than other past ones in which we fought hard because the truth was more obvious, because then we were talking about finally having universal rights equal for everyone, now those rights, those laws that were sought , who were wondering strongly there are, yes, but perhaps only on paper. Our parents thought that getting to have laws finally fit for society was enough to make it really better, but they were wrong, for a while they were right, perhaps, but those ideas of respect, justice and democracy have not completely eliminated illegality, amorality and some negative traditions of their respective societies. Because every society, continent and nation struggles with its own problems perhaps even more difficult than before on some points of view because the power of the masses has potentially diminished, or at least their desire and search for truth and participation.
OUR PARENTS HAVE STRUGGLED TO MAKE US HAVE A BETTER AND NOT A WORSE FUTURE.
WHAT ARE WE DOING FOR THE FUTURE OF OUR CHILDREN?

MY NAME IS AMLETA

Art is his need. An instinctive need to create. An instinctive need to be and communicate one’s being to others. Affirming its existence with the creative act is the only way for Hamlet to live. Feeling such a force within oneself, an energy, an immense explosion, a storm that never settles down. A sea that is always stormy to its depths. Being a river in flood, dangerous for others, not accustomed to strong liquid currents, but a natural and splendid element for her. Art is its power. The power to create from nothing. To give life to what has never existed, which has never been seen, which has never been read. A sublime, divine, most envied power. Art feeds on souls. Art is insatiable, it is its fierce demon, and it has been walking this path all its life looking for an escape. But you never get rid of art because only art makes it free and alive. It is like a second skin and if you take it off you become skinned and you cannot live anymore. Hamlet has art in every cell, like a deadly virus, which never becomes a disease but which accompanies her throughout her life as a faithful travel companion. Art grinds the flesh, the spirit, the whole life. He raises it into the highest sky, being able to see without eyes, hear without ears, draw without using his fingers; and then makes it descend into the most terrible depths of the human abyss. Art is a miracle of life and death. Whoever possesses the gift is condemned to a parallel life. Hamlet goes in and out as if from a window. It goes in and out of itself, feeds itself to the pigs, gives its vital breath, falls apart and then begins again. Who would ever want such a life? Yet many envy it and do not know what it means to have the fire of inspiration that consumes! Art is its condemnation.
She didn’t choose to start drawing, then painting, writing and playing at the same time. A dark force took his hands, and guided his dark energy. He was thus able to empty the pain he felt while living and to enclose it within his creations. Nothing remains of that period: everything burned. Unfortunately, something was saved from his subsequent dark periods, still not gone and up in smoke. Amleta was born on a cursed island, in a sick country, and soon she got rid of her life and the pain took her far away, where she continued to suffer and create, create and destroy, herself, paintings, installations, plays, notebooks, sculptures, … Amleta creates and destroys what he creates. Hamlet is and is not at the same time. He yearns for this perennial creation and has tried several times to free himself from his prison without success. This gift, this power, this torment of colors and words, is the nectar of his days. Everything else is just a bitter side dish.

MY MOTHER WAS A STYLIST

Growing up with an always sad mother. With a woman who sacrificed her job to raise two daughters. How many women sacrifice their careers because husbands don’t want them to neglect their children? Growing up with a mother who little by little no longer laughs, no longer sings, does not want to go out, becomes antisocial, changes character. A father who commands with money, with greed, with control over everything from clothes to food. And he has the power to say yes or no. A mother who is stripped of her worth, humiliated because she stays at home and was forced to choose to be close to her daughters. A woman finished, emptied, become unhappy. This was my mother. Destroyed by a man who wanted her only for himself and always at home. Instead she was a very good stylist, she had a lot of creativity and imagination, she taught me so many things. But then it got bad because of my dad. A woman should never be hindered by a husband or life partner or boyfriend.

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