The dream of Europe

The change in Europe dream is becoming a nightmare, the European Union, promised us a new thousand-year Pax Romana is dropping like a skydiver entangled in their own threads of head to floor anyone bother to get up. The threads of contradiction, of suspicion, of two wars have not been bettered, the I'm better than you and you still owe me something. The European sailors, of conquerors, traders, the European political revolutions, industrial, agricultural, will sink. I do not even use the classic barbarian strive to conquer.
Attila, dreamed of a new world, as Eric the Red, and Arpad, like other illustrious barbarians, do not forget that this word is but an onomatopoeia, barbarbar, the language of those who do not understand and do not want to understand, the language of the they do not understand us or we will understand if not strictly necessary, barbarbar ... rooted in this way to be derived from a historical and cultural double judgment in considering modern, current and intuitive concept in process of disintegration, that while we imagine a romantic way, the new Europe, a Europe of Schiler of Shcheling, Byron, or Hegel has become Europe Merckel or Rajoy Sarkozy, it seems incredible that in the XXI century has much political ignorance. The friendly descendants of Arpad had made a change of governors swiftly and forcefully, with sense of humor, black humor, of course.
We do not know if the new barbarians who sighted on the horizon are civilized or savage, we know that our leaders are serving a local wild only responds to himself, even before God and before history, for what, both can be changing.
Perhaps the new barbarians want us as slaves, or maybe as pets, not in vain illustration has its appeal, even useless. Europe, the old bitch, is sold to the highest bidder because their bones are fragile and can not sustain itself, poor old Europe, selling their outdated jewelry not to die of cold and hunger as the little match girl. He will die of grief in the nursing history.
I do not know where is the pride of the kings of Castile, Aragon, Navarre, France, England, Poland, almogávares pride of Abencerrajes of Vikings, Magyars, Ottomans, where is the pride of Templars , in hospital, of Teutonic Knights. Where is the pride of emperors of Rome, Byzantium, the Carolingian Empire and the German Empire, the pride of the Tsars.
Where is Alexander the Macedonian ...
Old Europe who forgot to Cromwell, Robespierre, Rosa Luxemburg, Lenin, Azaña, perhaps because they were politically incorrect is willing to forget Adenauer, to DeGaulle, Churchill, to Ataturk and others for the good of the markets.
This is our Europe, the old Europe of merchants, that of Lassez faire, aller Lassez, the welfare, the Celts collectors and heads of the Magyars proud of their descent from Attila the Britons eager to treat benefit from pirates Basques, Castilians of adventurers, the Doge, that of Murdalak. The European revolutions. We did not invent rock 'n roll but I dance like no one, not that hard if you just go.
Now come four empresuchas to tell us how we must live for someone across the world to accumulate wealth that squander their descendants when that someone dies. While that someone in the future to rot in a grave heirs squandered the fruits of their prey in drugs, sex and toys while millions equal to that someone agonize through hunger, beings with cells, tissues and bones identical to that someone, and sentimimientos perhaps best that someone, so that someone will suffer more than watching their children die of hunger if that someone had touched him being in that situation. What makes this Europe?
If someone believes to be rid of the burden of history hiding under a rock, you better go over a few books and see that there is nothing new under the sun. And reread the passage you have read and not read it, the fable of the horse that offended a deer and to avenge the offense helps man asked, at the end the horse escaped deer, but was enslaved forever.

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