IT IS NOT WORTHWHILE TO BECOME INDEPENDENT AT THE END WE WOULD FALL IN THE SAME POLITICIANS

 

It has been an illusion and as all illusion it has been wonderful while it has lasted, but you already vanishes, an illusion is an optics-cerebral illusion that makes you to feel and to see what you need or you want fervently, under some adverse and hard conditions, the classic illusion of the desert, all we have read it, your dry and burning body for the sun, makes that your brain thinks of the necessity of water and shade, and your eyes they come an arboreal pleasant oasis of coolness and with a lake of fresh and crystalline water.

 

You go toward the crazy oasis of happiness, because you think that it is certain that there the end of your suffering is, you arrive the you almost see you play it, and when you rush to submerge your head in the repairman it dilutes of the lake transparent and fresh, what you find is another time the same suffocating hot sand that is suffocating from so much time that has been filled already the senses, your soul, and your eyes, with their aggressiveness, and you break the illusion in a thousand pieces as if of a mirror that reflects your illusion is.

 

This situation is not of course the one that has invaded us to the Catalan of national feeling, to those of simple habitability. We have been wrapped in an illusion, we have believed to see the end of the desert we have finally contemplated a new, independent Catalonia, willing to reborn with impulse of the political, economic crisis, and of trust, in the one that united in the desert of Spain we are immerses for centuries.

 

But the reality sees it now also, it is another very different one, there is not alone oasis there is desert. There is not another political class the same ones are, with their same selfishness, their same contradictions, with their same interest, with their same desert. In other words it seems already that definitively we have perished to the abrasion of the sand of the desert of Spain that century after century wind after wind, it has modeled feeling, the ideals, and the forms of making political, to their image and likeness in the whole natural extension of Spain, Catalonia is no longer different in anything, and those that we even reveal ourselves to it are no longer more than a dreamer minority.

 

The citizens pushes in a public manifestation full with illusion and desire that something changes the past September 11, it was so beautiful that I possibly cause the illusion, not alone of the society national Catalan if not also that of some politicians, and they threw us to the career to the encounter of that dreamt oasis, they didn't care the enormous dunes that we should save, the oasis it was there in the distance, today we see that too far, the career finally has drained us and he has made us bite the sand another time.

 

The politics, and the Catalan politicians, they have shown that the illusion is broken, the same indecisions, the same fights of power, the same traps and betrayals that we suffer from the Spanish central governments, reproduce here there are not neither begun to save the first dune, and it has already broken the mirror, I want this, you want the other thing, we want the one and the other thing, and the result is that we have fallen rotating for the dune another time toward the starting point, that is to say in the deepest in the extensive desert of Spain.