(Paradise)
It is everybody's wish. A perfect land. The dream land. The Paraiso.
It is a place where no birds fly. Where there is no space for them to endure. It is a place where dying rivers ends. Where the smoke screens the air, where the land is grassless.
There are no flowers that bloom. Yes there are ponds and lake, but no fishes. The pond is like full of mud. The lake is loaded with garbage. And oh, of course, the sea the beautiful dark sea, literally black, contaminated with coil and chemicals.
There are hills and mountains, but not green. They are bald, no plant, no trees at all. And the center of attraction, the falls. The one and only fall. And it is not water which is falling, its blood.
Blood of hunger, thirst, lone, hopelessness, ignorance. Blood of guilt.
That is Paraiso. A very nice place to live. I know you are very excited to go there. You can't wait to be there. Don't worry, it's near to happen. Just do things wrong, and you'll see, you wouldn't wait for so long.
Paraiso, the promise land.
