One of the most effective means of manipulating, twisting, raping, encouraging, disqualifying and confusing people and people's lives is to manipulate, twist, rape, encourage, degrade and mix words. I'm aware that starting the article with a truth like Pernando's is a little bleak, and I'm aware that the press columnist needs for himself the optimistic concept of originality, but I'm lucky to say and repeat what they're not saying, they'll forgive me for the contradiction.

You will forgive me, or perhaps not better. Because precisely “I have my contradictions” has lately become a delightful whitish of the trachers themselves, of the nightmares, of the slap. The three benign words that initially served to alleviate the burden of hyper-demand on very good or hyper-coherent people have been clearly malignant for any use: an ecologist who once in life feels guilty of not throwing an old plastic into the yellow container, but also who heats the pocket (to put two random examples) causing environmental damage in a way that is modelled under the green energy labelling patch.

The language umbrella of hypertrophic guardasol with acceptable contradictions is now saturated. The incoherent, not only becomes inconsistent, but has the guardasol at its disposal, and the hypocrite, of course, can make a guardasol in every hand, say A and do B, “I have my contradictions.” As in any case, the key is to use
the phrase correctly and moderately. If I do not know exactly what this measure is, I would not even know, I would say, but: there is a half-way between the continuous beating and the cancellation of everything; between the beautiful traps of language and the perishable strains of language.

In fact, among the narcissists of fashion, there's one even more dangerous, the hill bed. “Be yourself.” Also, probably, created with a very good intention, but worn out and rescinded by the traditional profiteering bervocrats: the individualistic justification of the apparent biological ants by birth. Or more simply: self-help to do and say what each one wants, without thinking about the harm of others. The consequences of the Esalditxo viper are obvious, of course, among others, people who, against the political eccentricity, feel like a refrain “I am like that” and do what gets on the tip of the nose at all times, people saliva. Because who is going to start presiding over a pure freedom loudspeaker, in this outbreak of personal freedom, in this worm of personal freedom. (Another full paragraph would be worth releasing the word hanged, shooting, frying, debunking if they are being made to the sick, the precious chandars that we leave…).

“We are what we do to change who we are,” said Eduardo Galeano. At this point, some have already begun to violate this phrase to claim that dignified life is only in your hands, that is, to convince that if you do not have a dignified life it is “a sign that you have not done enough to change what you are.” But if we somehow maintain an original average meaning. Let's be ourselves, but not all the time. Let no one tell us what we have to do, but let us often ask ourselves what we can do. Don't be, don't be you always.