Closet Land (1991)

[GabrielAlejo2341]

Quteme the band, please.

Quteme the band, please.

Not yet.

Where are you taking me?

- Where are you taking me?

- Shut up!

Tell me if you need anything else.

I'm leaving in 10 minutes.

Let's see ...

I think I have it all.

Where am I?

Here.

Who are you?

"I can talk

the commanding officer?

Me.

Where are we?

On your right.

Conversely, his vice and my versa.

Vice Versa.

Please quteme the band

and wives.

Call my lawyer.

They took me out of bed ...

Do not worry.

We will investigate.

No longer need you more.

Go straight to the point,

I'm sick of this sh*t.

Bonne nuit''.''

Where?

Do they also have gone?

I'm here, at his side.

Have I scared?

Sorry.

A second.

I'll light the lights.

Let's take this band.

How much time do I have here?

What day is today?

The next day.

One night.

I was brought here last night.

I think it was last night.

Sometimes they seem ...

- Two nights or two weeks.

- No.

They brought it last night.

You are in charge.

They came to my house

when I was in bed.

One pointed a g*n.

The other blindfolded and gagged me.

I crawled out of my house.

On the way here, I was slapped,

I spat ...

I stretched hair,

I twisted the arms ...

squeezed my legs

and left me in a narrow room ...

was not greater

a closet.

They had no warrant.

I have been denied

the right to a lawyer.

Why am I here?

He says he is a writer

children's literature.

Do you write anything else?

Like what?

- Policy, for example.

- No.

- Do not understand politics.

- Okay.

It is better to have no ideas

to have them halfway.

So do not belong

to any clandestine group.

No.

- Are your stories politicized?

- I write for children 7 and 8.

Well, children are best

receptacles propaganda.

You can do whatever you want,

whenever you play with him.

- Who said that?

- Bismarck.

This is ridiculous.

Well ...

may have committed

failure.

It does not happen often

but sometimes ...

if you go drinking,

may err on the street.

"The wrong street?

My sincerest apologies.

You can go.

Maybe I should wait

formal apology.

What is it?

Let the boss

apologize for our failure.

How long will it take?

Nothing.

Do I have questioned

like a criminal ...

knowing that I was

an apology?

This is the procedure.

You can never be sure.

I insist.

I'm already used to.

The last time I saw

was two years ago, I think.

Signed autographs at the bookstore

the Third Street ...

Sorry.

I do not want to talk.

Do you think your apology

enough?

I will file charges,

especially against him.

What is going to present what

against whom?

I said that I ...

I will denounce him.

The other. I have not seen

but I know his voice.

- How sound like?

- A clogged pipe.

A man with a voice ...

stuck pipe.

What did?

Does the violation?

No.

Only has cherished

Right?

Yes

Is rare.

Our prisoners

do not complain about that.

Men do not do that.

They are professional.

No lie.

- Sure. Maybe I imagined.

- No.

One day in jail

and says it takes two weeks.

- Why write well? Lmaginacin.

- No, I have left marks ...

"I can see them?

I see a physician.

All right.

Do not worry.

We will investigate.

"More soup?

Have some rum.

Does get warm.

How long

to get the letter?

- What letter?

- The dis ...

- The official apology.

- Oh, that.

- Is he all the time?

- Yes

- What do you play?

- I'm not playing.

- It has made me wait.

- Re-imagine things.

You want to wait.

Did not I tell I had it?

This is a mess.

"Soldiers drunk?

Official "hallucinating?

You should be careful

what you say.

The walls have ears.

Open the door!

I have a letter of apology!

Open up!

Better be cherished.

Can take a long time

before leaving.

I have to call my lawyer.

What is that?

Why was not

when he had the chance?

You can not call or his attorney,

or anyone from the outside.

You must trust us.

I'm just a piece

a powerful mechanism ...

you too, but together

we seek the truth.

The help to the extent

they can ...

but you support the weight

of responsibility.

Deliberate deception

not be tolerated ...

although I find

their lies charming.

Unintentional errors

be treated with kindness ...

and must rely on my ration

of firmness and kindness.

Their hopes should focus

to depersonalize this ...

and do not see me as an aggressor

or suffer as a victim.

Remember that the two

seek the truth ...

and I am your friend

in this search ...

their philosopher and guide.

Learn to fly''...''

Triumph of the Treasury''''...

The''green-winged cat''...

Highly politicized, right?

No, you're right.

Are harmless.

I already said,

is making a mistake.

No, this is not possible.

Are you infallible?

I, personally, no.

Surely

not looking good.

There can not be arrested

for nothing.

Is it going to invent something

to justify my arrest?

I have not yet published.

Where did you get it?

They searched my house, right?

- Tell me what's going on.

- Why do not you read?

It is interesting to hear writers

talk about their work.

- Hidden Meanings ...

- In children's literature ...

have to be direct,

no hidden meanings.

Children are very subtle.

My stories are harmless

cheerful.

There are deeper

a cotton candy.

Have you destroyed my home?

Do not worry.

All right.

Even cleaned

before leaving.

And there was some blood

in the water.

- Do you have your period?

- None of your business.

It does not.

See?

It is easier

if you answer my questions.

Are you in good health?

Any problem

I should know?

Is he medicated?

Answer my questions

be good girl ...

and promise

not do it again.

Do not tell me it

good girl.

I keep waiting for the artist

talk about their work.

About a girl whose mother

locked in a closet.

The girl begins to fantasize

the clothes are his friends.

There are wonderful festivals

in the closet ...

with the girl and her friends ...

and becomes a stream

in a meadow ...

wild strawberries

and beautiful flowers.

When her mother

returns from work ...

the rooster sympathetic

which is actually a scarf ...

tells the girl and her friends

cackling.

The clothes become

to their perches ...

and the girl falls silent

waiting to take her mother.

It is a curious story.

Unlike''''The Flying Cow

and''The green-winged cat.''

"It was a lonely child?

- Did not he have siblings?

- No, just my mother and me.

But his mother

case not long ago.

Well, it was not his intention,

worked hard ...

and had literary gatherings

Sundays.

Still feel alone

Right?

I do not trust the lonely people.

The eternal spectator

of life.

Watching.

Waiting.

- "She was afraid her mother?

- No.

- We got along.

- Well, yes.

Was with her

when he died last year.

- What?

- The accused them of not noticing.

I did what I asked.

All that I could.

I've been for you

you never were there for me.

You never noticed.

Ran out of the hospital.

- His mother died that night.

- I have been watching.

Since last year,

perhaps earlier. Why?

Why have recorded

my conversations?

I brought by mistake.

It is part of a plan.

We recorded all conversations

hospitals without exception.

So we access confessions

faults, desires, everything ...

Almost everything is sentimental nonsense

and destroyed ...

but if they are writers,

actors and political activists ...

never destroyed.

Government policy.

Now ...

tell me ...

What did not realize

his mother?

What did not realize

his mother?

Do not overdo it.

Come on, just been tapped.

Do not overdo it.

- Others were burned with cigarettes.

- Will you do me that?

I do not smoke.

It will happen.

Put your head

knees.

Cover your ears

gently.

Better?

Do we?

Some water, please.

If you answer my question.

What did not realize his mother?

Mothers and daughters

always discussed.

Then you do not remember

or why it was.

Do not beat me.

Do not worry.

It will happen.

Let's talk about Earth''cabinet.''

The girl, whom his mother

has locked ...

imagine that the clothes are now friends

and play with them.

The rooster tells them sympathetic

that his mother is back.

Clothes hangers and back to

she hopes to remove it. Yes?

Yes

Why are they locked?

I do not know.

I had not thought.

Think about it now.

Perhaps he ate too much cake ...

or soiled clothing

of his mother.

And so the enclosing

in a closet.

It's a little extreme, right?

There are secret meetings

in the closet.

Clothes do not come to life

until they are alone.

When the rooster,

who is watching ...

gives the warning cry,

escape.

And when the mother returns,

there is nothing.

The girl is a martyr

and the mother is a tyrant.

Sympathizes with the girl,

because he hates authority.

- Do you dislike my interpretation?

- No.

But it is just that.

Interpretation.

I can not control what

you think of my stories ...

there are people who turn

with passages from the Bible.

Earth''cabinet''

is a simple children's story.

Not a single word.

Think ...

We

Skeletons in the closet''.''

Is a hide. The Closet''''

h*m* and intellectual.

It's a dark world

and secret.

As the basement or space

under the bed at night.

All children's stories

have elements of terror.

Cruel dragons, wicked witches.

I chose everyday objects.

A closet instead of a monster.

It is the only difference.

Children's literature

is not politicized ...

because children are not.

Politics is something big.

We know that children live

for themselves in the moment.

But they can guide

within an ideology.

They are more receptive

to the subtleties ...

and is what we tried to

with history.

- It's subliminal indoctrination.

- That's absurd!

- Do not support the resistance?

- No.

- Is not it a clandestine member?

- No. I do not know politics.

Are we back to us?

Do you support our actions for peace?

I told

I do not understand politics.

He believed that non-smokers.

This is the first.

Who commissioned the story?

Where is the man in the closet?

Who is the clothing that comes to life?

We already have two coats.

The kindergarten teacher

and physical.

Who is the rooster?

How do you know when will mom?

Is it the government?

We have some suspicions.

Is not one of those activists

against the snuff?

Tome.

It was not necessary.

Know if I'll hurt you.

The suspense, no pain,

drive her crazy.

Has changed.

Tome.

- More

- He said he would tell me.

Never trust strangers.

Did not your mother say?

No, never.

I have to clear my mouth.

Sign this.

I confess that my story''

'Land of cabinets' ...

is an allegory of the struggle

underground resistance.

The protagonist of the story ...

The reader is misinformed,

whose opinion I modeled.

I have represented

government authority ...

in the character of the mother.

The clothes are insurgents.

The rooster is an official

government.''

- I can not sign.

- Why?

It's a lie!

I will not confess lies

and although Doing so ...

How do I know

which will end there?

There will be more.

Other lies, right?

The girl knew she had lost

your chance ...

opening the door

and exit.

Whatever you do

the poor girl's wardrobe ...

bad man

not for drinking.

Is so thirsty to drink

offered urine.

He did what all children do

when they are caught.

He closed his eyes tightly ...

and imagined

that escaped from hell.

I knew there was light

beyond hell ...

and elves

had left a jar ...

fresh dew for her.

So I figured ...

I was there drinking

dew on the clarity ...

far from hell.

It is estimated that 96.8%

Women's ...

who prefer black lingerie

are prostit*tes''cabinet.''

It is estimated that 97.3%

Women's ...

who prefer black lingerie

are prostit*tes''cabinet.''

It is estimated that 99, 10%

Women's ...

who prefer black lingerie

are prostit*tes''cabinet.''

Did you know that 105.9%

Women's ...

who prefer black lingerie

are prostit*tes''cabinet''?

You can not hide,

precious.

Why do not you surrender?

These doors do not open.

But do not you know?

Doors to enter,

doors to exit.

Less wide doors

the cap of a child.

Exit doors,

doors to enter.

Smaller doors

the chin of a child.

- Give me my clothes!

/-Author of the confession ...

or suck my c*ck.

What do you prefer, precious?

Find your way.

We saw last time.

Our friend,

the neighborhood voyeur ...

told us

last time you ...

was trying to type

two years ago.

Enough, enough!

Even the bubbles are

are more alive than your heart.

But you're worse than a fossil.

You are frigid. We know,

I've seen in action.

You can not, right?

You're not normal.

You are empty.

You're sick.

You're bad.

You've always been bad.

From the beginning.

So your mother did not notice.

Why men do not love you.

Who wants to f*ck

cold and unfeeling?

They just want

slam the door and leave.

They just want

slam the door and leave.

Stand in front of the image

please.

Stand in front of the image

please.

He is accused of conspiracy

against his country ...

and against peace,

order and stability.

His story,''''Land of cabinets,

is subliminal advertising ...

to provoke dissent

in the hearts of children.

All official roads

have been sealed.

Your Rights

have been suspended.

Our short term goal

is to sign the confession.

Ynuestro long-term goal

depends ...

the success of our goal

short term.

No name

no identity.

Hereafter be appointed

with the number ...

AB234.

Ol.

What happened here?

Where's your clothes?

Why has his face painted?

Perhaps the fault of

of his friend.

We are not allowed to harass

anyone ...

out of context

an ordinary question.

Sorry.

Look into it.

Would you like soup?

No.

Anyone going to replace.

I recommend be direct,

not very patient.

But do not worry.

Will be fine.

No!

The band did not, please!

- Are you afraid of the dark?

- Like ...

Like what?

Interrgueme you.

I do not want another man.

- We work in shifts.

- Why sell?

Because it is a secret agent.

We can not risk.

I will not say anything.

I promise.

Relax. I have to.

I do not want to use force.

I also observed.

- Prisoner AB234.

- Pipe stuck.

Who is the c*ck nice?

AI''to the five ...

nice c*ck

awoke from his nap.

Mom was about to return

work.

The girl's wardrobe

played with the coat ...

and their children, gloves.

The nice c*ck

The plumes.

I had to warn

before mom came.''

Who is the rooster,

AB234 prisoner?

Is a character

of my story.

Tell the truth.

I do not know.

I do not know.

I did not want, right?

I wanted the other, right?

I heard as I told.

''Do not go.''

Lnterrgueme''you.''

I saw in a movie.

So I do not know

Who is the rooster.

No!

Prisoner XYZ ...

Do you know this woman?

Yes, Your Excellency.

Who is a prisoner XYZ?

It is responsible for propaganda

New York child.

Lies!

I do not know who he is.

What are your goals,

XYZ prisoner?

- We plan to overthrow the government.

- Who are you?

Talk Back, a prisoner XYZ.

Who are you?

What was his name secret?

I called ...

Bantam, Your Excellency.

Lies.

Have you heard what he said

your partner?

- Not true.

- Shut up!

- They brought her guilty.

- I am innocent.

If so,

shall be guilty before he left.

Do not go yet,

AB234 prisoner.

There are still many things.

Let's have a barbecue,

OK?

No, a barbecue, no.

No, please!

No, please!

What I'm doing

AB234 prisoner ...

is inserted

a hot iron ...

in the a*s

Your friend's c*ck.

In all,

we roasted chicken.

Then I'll tear your fingernails

with a pair of pliers.

Last week

I snatched the feet.

The hardest thing

is a good grip.

Once you get this,

and you just have to stretch.

And stretch,

and further stretching ...

until you hear a noise

and the nail is out.

There are pink flesh underneath.

Rosa,

as a baby's a*s.

Like yours, AB234 ...

before they lose

innocence ...

before they knew

the world ...

and the caress of a man.

Whistles.

It must have been

a pretty girl.

- He's gone.

- Are you okay?

Yes ..

Thanks for asking.

I have done both

I have been hardened skin.

The first was the worst.

It's like being in hell.

- Where are you?

- Here, on your right.

Well, to your left.

Your left, my right.

Your right, my left

and vice versa.

Why have you lied about me?

I'm the official witness.

I take each time

they want to indict someone.

I used to resist,

but I do not.

- Do you have the grill?

- No.

- What have they done? Are the strings?

- What is that?

Do not think about it.

I do not know either.

- Do you have something nice to remember?

- The green-winged cat.

Well think about it,

whatever.

Do not think

on what you are doing.

Have you done before?

When I was little

in the closet of my story ...

Come get me soon.

Listen ...

no other man.

It is different for such a place.

- Yes, I asked.

- Yes?

Why not begged mercy?

Just like that.

Have let go.

Not that bad, really.

He was a professor ...

before you cogiesen.

He plays the piano.

I've been told.

If you re-question you ...

fire at his feet.

It is your only hope.

Goodbye.

Hello.

Hello.

Help me.

I am innocent, please.

I beg you.

Let me go.

Please ...

I do not like this.

I say:''It's just a job

do not feel those words ...

coming out.''

Because you have''

power and grace ...

to look through and behind

my mask.

On that wet years

have lashed ...

and see the real face

of my soul.''

It's so that ...

The true face of my soul.

I know I will.

I do not care

who I see.

I will open that door ...

and let it escape ...

night.

What?

Nothing. Nothing.

Well.

Let's take

wives.

Keys.

Where are the keys?

Not entitled

joking with this.

Our goal is to

their negative influences.

Justifies the use

unorthodox means.

Its purpose is to humiliate

and degrade the human being.

- No grounds for cruelty.

- Our goal ...

is to

negative influences.

Justifies the use

unorthodox means.

Its purpose is to humiliate

and degrade the human being.

Not justify cruelty.

Its purpose is to humiliate

and degrade the human being.

Not justify cruelty.

- No grounds for cruelty.

- Our goal is to ...

their negative influences.

There is no justification

for cruelty.

Are you in good health?

Any problems

I should know?

Is he medicated?

Do you know ...

that only 7.5% of women

leading black lingerie ...

are wh*res''cabinet''?

Think of something nice

to forget what I do.

His friend the rooster

for example.

He wakes up once a night.

Sleep like a baby.

- Yparece a ...

- They look like angels, right?

And then grow

and are a headache.

- Are not you going to the girl?

- I would like.

But my wife says

it was like being in hell.

- Always say that.

- Give it time. A couple of years.

My daughter swore I would not have another.

It is three months.

Now give compote.

It's harder but it fits well.

But slowly,

if you do not want to have diarrhea.

I remember when my daughter

found the handle.

I miss him.

And me too.

When I come home smiling.

It looks like a monkey.

Asked me to work in order

week. I said no.

You remember him.

Within a few years will do

anything to escape.

We must break your body

to win their minds.

Ennobles pain receptor

and the issuer.

The discipline will remain

policy while resisting.

Resistance is a nonsense ...

so we must break your body

to win their minds.

We must break your body

to win their minds.

When they brought me here?

When do you think?

Just days ago, two months ...

years, two lives.

- Two lives.

- What?

We brought two lives ago.

No, just kidding.

Only been here two years.

Two years.

Two years in this enclosure.

His mother died

last week.

We took her to hospital ...

- But no one noticed.

- Liar.

My mother died last year.

I was brought here last night.

Let's play a game.

Answer me the first word

think. Quick quiz.

Quick quiz.

Closet.

Dark.

Stories.

Closet.

- Did you write in a closet?

- No.

- So?

- The stories come from a closet.

Mother.

Nowhere.

- And he died last year.

- No personal observations.

Sex.

Pain.

Policy.

Policy.

- Policy.

- Nothing.

Government.

Abuse.

- Government.

- Committed, right.

- Mind.

- Government ownership.

- Opposition.

- Futile.

- Sleep.

- Death.

No.

You can sleep.

Sleep is death.

We must break your body

to win their minds.

The pain ennobles

the receiver and transmitter.

The discipline will remain

policy while resisting.

Resistance is futile.

Sleep is death.

Sleep is death.

We must break your body

to win their minds.

The pain ennobles ...

Sleep is death.

Sleep is death.

Resistance is futile

so ...

Are you like me?

We must break your body

to win their minds.

The pain ennobles

the receiver and transmitter.

The discipline will continue ...

I'm not alone.

Resistance is futile.

Keep whistling.

We must break your body ...

Keep whistling.

Keep whistling.

The pain ennobles

the receiver and transmitter.

The discipline will continue ...

Sleep is death.

Resistance is futile ...

The pain will only reinforce

my will.

They can break my body

but not my mind.

t*rture is

policy of tyrants.

Resistance is my only weapon.

They can break my body

but not my mind.

The pain will only reinforce

my will.

t*rture is policy

of tyrants.

Resistance is my only weapon.

They can break my body

but not my mind.

The pain will only reinforce

my will.

t*rture is policy

of tyrants.

The pain will only reinforce

my will.

t*rture is policy

of tyrants.

I have said it is stubborn.

Should be sleeping.

- Listen to the tape and sleep.

- Sleep is death.

It's just expected.

It takes two months here.

Sooner or later, fall asleep.

- I was brought here last night.

- Imagine ...

two months without sleep.

Sixty days.

1,440 hours.

Lies.

I was brought here last night.

- Why would I lie?

- To confuse.

To submit.

Sometimes they lie because.

Do you eyes hurt?

Relax.

Let your shoulders fly.

Rest the neck.

Let the head drop

on the chin.

Do not resist.

It has stiff muscles

by stress.

Relax.

Let flow

like a stream ...

as a distant sea ...

We must break your body

to win their minds.

Ennobles pain receptor

and the issuer.

The discipline will remain

policy while resisting.

They can break my body

but not my mind.

Will you sign this?

No.

- It forces me to do ...

- What?

Things I do not want to do.

Do not you hate to see someone

suffering?

Are not you concerned

this is your job ...

and to do

without question?

Most work in offices

or factories, but you come here.

He has done what be?

What was done?

Or is mental illness?

Any putrefaction of the soul?

Resistance is futile

so ...

we must break your body

to win their minds.

... Break my body

but not my mind.

They can break my body

but not my mind.

Vale! Vale!

Have not you had enough?

Why not sign?

Come on, leave me alone.

No.

What?

No.

I believed he had said.

Why deny it?

It's nothing.

Only one signature.

Imagine being an autograph ...

for a secret admirer.

No.

Thanks.

You might need a lesson.

My God.

It is a night enclosure.

A flying cow.

The green-winged cat ...

Whistle to me!

Whistle!

The closet.

No closet.

When you have a headache,

grows a mushroom ...

Whistle for me, please.

No answer ...

It's hard.

Poor girl.

The green-winged cat.

I've gone with the cat.

The green-winged cat.

I have escaped.

I have escaped.

I have escaped

to the land of the cabinets.

Where is the land

cabinets?

In my mind.

They can break my body

but not my mind.

While you can go there

only have my bones.

- Who lives there?

- My friends.

A flying cow.

The c*ck nice.

The green-winged cat.

I've known since childhood.

I close my eyes ...

I'm going away

and they come to me.

Floating through the air.

Why were you in the closet?

A man ...

Mom's friend ...

breakfasted with us

Sundays.

I had to hang her coat

and his scarf in the closet.

And then he ...

When I was in the closet

hanging his coat ...

first occurred.

He smiled as if

a secret between us.

I was five.

- Your mother was not much?

- No.

He did not realize,

my poor mother. Dumb.

Spinning out.

I was too afraid

to tell ...

I said tongue cut

and head.

So every Sunday,

when he came ...

I went to the cupboard ...

and you expected.

Closed his eyes very strong ...

rang the bells ...

and my friends came to me.

The flying cow.

The green-winged cat.

He forgot that he had

hands under my dress.

I wonder ...

if known,

if you really know ...

the strength of his mind.

Most people

is rendered in a couple of hours ...

and you have escaped ...

back of a flying cow ...

and a cat with wings.

It is a strange case

and only ...

AB234.

We go to earth

cabinets.

It's in the closet of his mother,

AB234.

It's in the closet of his mother,

AB234.

It's dark.

He sees nothing.

It's dark.

He sees nothing.

But close your eyes,

because he hears his footsteps.

It's in the closet of his mother,

AB234.

I know you're a good girl.

Only five years.

And you're a wh*re.

Dear little girl,

sweet, so sweet.

I know you like.

Only five years.

And you're a wh*re.

Dear little girl,

sweet, so sweet.

Here comes the candle,

to enlighten, to burn.

Here comes the butcher

to cut off your head.

You.

Screaming.

Screaming.

Screaming.

Do not scream.

Never did, even now.

A look so wise

in some eyes so young.

What made you so?

A mental illness?

Does the putrefaction of the soul?

Then, you had no hips.

Small ribs,

like the bones of a sparrow.

Could've broken

of a touch stronger.

A frightened bird

banging on his cage.

All so small

so perfect.

We also bring you

my innocence.

But when you grow up

and you had other lovers ...

when you played

and you approach them ...

I was petrified

and think of me.

''Because you have the power

and grace ...

to look through and behind

my mask.

On that wet years

have lashed ...

and see the real face

of my soul.''

The true face of my soul.

Why?

Why?

Is that why you brought me here?

To finish what you started

as a child?

You are a dissident, belong

the group of those who think.

- Speaking of flying pigs ...

- Cows.

Cows.

And green-winged cats,

you would have saved ...

but we found

Earth''cabinet.''

Everything begins again,

Is not it?

I created the land of cabinets

when abused me ...

and punishes me

after all these years ...

to invent

earth closets.

It takes years going, right?

All these intrusions night.

Always at night, and detention.

Charges meaningless ...

and brutality.

I did not realize ...

or maybe I did not see it.

I closed my eyes

as in the closet.

That woman in the neighborhood ...

journalist.

A few months ago, he disappeared.

Without a trace.

We believed all the lies

because it made sense.

I remember going to eat

with my editor.

A woman who really

I did not know ...

which greeted on the street.

Missing.

Then

returned to his mother.

A 80-year old,

without teeth, an invalid.

Searched the house

Missing journalist ...

while the mother was

on the street like garbage ...

waiting to be collected.

We all go long.

I know I do.

The old woman looked into my eyes

and I looked but did not see.

None of us saw.

Or maybe we did not realize.

As my mother.

It is the same.

Locking a child in a closet

or locking elderly.

If you can scare a child

can frighten an adult ...

and, over time,

close your eyes and not cry.

I never cried in the closet.

And people who do not cry ...

going around pretending

that all is well ...

while its neighbors

disappear.

Thus become

in children ...

fearing ill

they will be beheaded.

And that is

what is so scary ...

children

are so helpless.

They are as easy victims.

As easy victims.

If you say ...

it is

your last chance.

Everything is at stake.

Everything.

Would you sign?

How has a mint?

They cut off his tongue

and learned to whistle.

They learned,

why not whistled for you.

Today, a small injection.

He was a physicist. Look at him.

Not a single concern.

Not a single thought.

Look at his eyes.

Completely empty.

They're just lies,

sign it.

What do you care?

They are only lies.