Thursday, March 17, 2011

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Of Samurai, Kamikaze, heavenly and human sovereigns


The country of the rising sun, shaking and not by the ; earthquakes.
Japan the country with the inhabitants of the planet expressionless, she cries.
The Japanese, educated people not to show emotions educated in the hardness of a feudal state
After Hiroshima and Nagasaki, think that nothing could be worse.
It's a strange surrealism, iquietante see crumble the Japanese people considered by others, once an''cruel''race whose fame left clear for the occupation in China.
strange philosophy of life, incomprehensible to the Latin character visceral.
only took a big wave, for all that hard brush layer for centuries, fall and appear at the end of their humanity.

Yesterday I was surprised to hear a Japanese taxi driver emocionarse''era''the first time I heard the voice of the Emperor, an emperor cold and distant to his people a lesson''stone''We are not
Japan, the country world's most advanced, has shown that kept all the mistakes of Western capitalism under the carpet.
Its efficient diligence has been compromised and now a sword of Damocles of huge dimensions, hangs over them.

From the image of the ancient samurai, who were governed by''''The Code of Bushido and its seven principles:
Honesty and Justice
Heroic Valor
Compassion
Courtesy
Honor


To that other, where a kamikaze undaunted look, posing for the camera before he died of that emperor, who shortly afterwards, was captured in a photograph insulting and ridiculous, surrendering to American dressed in a tuxedo.




A catastrophe has managed to break the psychological defenses of the inhabitants of ancient Japan.
In this striking image , terrible, a mother with her son, and behind them, the devastated, barren landscape of Hiroshima pathetic ghostly and gothic.
's been 66 years that infamy (diculpénme but those bombs dropped against an unarmed people, worthy of that adjective is not it?).
; ;

the end the people end up rebelling against their tyrants, even with their tears ...



Having ill on the way
My dreams roam
For barren wastelands.
Matsue Japanese poet Baso 1644 - Osaka, November 28, 1694.



In memory of all victims.

Gloria.DR



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