Tobacco
Ever since I discovered tobacco in its fanciest & coolest form (Pipe & Cigar), my "diary" has become a bit thicker, let me elaborate a bit.
Tobacco inspires, tobacco calms you down...
smoking tobacco in a pipe is a ritual, an exercise of patience, needless to say
the “choosing the best tobacco to match the situation or scenery”. Ever since I discovered tobacco in its fanciest & coolest form (Pipe & Cigar), my "diary" has become a bit thicker, let me elaborate a bit.
My passport has been grossing out with immigration stamps & visas, free afternoons in “foreign” countries, countless nights staring at the stars, smoking either Danish or Mexican tobacco… that’s when the inspiration strikes…
So, this is what happens after reading Foreign Affairs in a 12 hour flight…
The struggle goes on and we are so used to it, all the victims look the same nowadays.
From grandfather to grandson, uncles, and cousins too… they fight and die on the same mud, except for the “protester”, who is often called a traitor (Justifying repressive legislation, and rationalizing violence against dissidents around the world).
Is it for pride? Religion?.
But the struggle doesn’t seem to end!
Who is going to save us now?
Seems like if we keep fighting this blood-line wars, our demise will come from a warhead.
It’s time to forgive and forget, are the lives of our fathers not worth it?
Deep in our hearts, we know they are bombing for the sole purpose of being able to enjoy the domestic and broader international benefits of a war on terrorism.
From the ashes of this conflict rises the spirit of Mother Earth, begging us to stop killing ourselves… respect among all living things!.
