They have been known for a long time. They know the name of most of our most media idols. They know that we have jobs that allow us to have comfortable lives and valuable things that they cannot have. And we live far away. But not so far as not to try to approach us. As it may be. Touring distances that, not so long ago, seemed insurmountable security routes. They walk in our direction. They come from all corners of the abuse of South. And, when, challenging the storms of fear, they come to glimpse the profile of our coasts, they find us closed behind our walls. They identify us inaccessible. And they learn that we are not willing to let them be part of our group. They understand that they do not have that right. Because they are poor. And because we are not. But they don't want to perform. They percolate to the top of our defense towers, appeal to our feelings and show us the copies of our banners. Those who, as they believed, made, in part, the same. They shout us Look at this shirt, isn't it the same as you have? Don't you love you the same goal I celebrate? Don't we share the same illusion? Are we not the same, at least, in that? And, while they shout us, our backs answer them. No time to lose. We must continue to create wealth. Extending our production chains. We must strengthen the legal precepts that will allow us to continue highlighting. Producing. Selling. Massifying. Ignoring. Forgetting.
Do not want to perform
