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Merry Christmas, Little Angel

The snow fell slowly, looking for a place to rest and break their whiteness in a beautiful coat that would eventually cover the street.
Christmas Lights toured the village and small twinkling stars, gold and silver, turquoise and scarlet, and in the midst of this orgy of color, where the night reached its zenith, was Chaim, wandering alone, while his thoughts were bent on tormenting his soul. Chaim
was sad, melancholic, desperate ... It was not easy to define your anguish, but he could be seen as his face betrayed uncertainty.
walking near the bridge, where the people divided into two main street and for a moment thought of how easy it would jump into the icy river waters to make it disappear, but he knew that he could not do that, since no way he could hide ...
When he started to cross the bridge, Chaim said a man who sat on a narrow bench, looking absently at the endless sky. However, do not worry about your presence, knowing that no one could see ...
But the eyes of the man, who entertained with a heavy coat gray, fell in Chaim through a fine spectacle to see.
- Hello ... - Health baffled Chaim - Who are you? Chaim
was surprised because it was very difficult for the average person might see an angel, but man, disheveled and selfish aura, he had detected no problem.
- look like an angel - the man continued - When I was little I saw one, but nobody believed me ... Have you come to help?
appeared to be drunk, so perhaps he had been seeing ... Sometimes the intoxication triggered some ways.
- Sorry - said Chaim - Only the great angels can help people.
The man sat awkwardly and came up to him.
- Why? What is the difference? - Asked visibly stunned.
Haim did not want to talk, and curse the bottle of whiskey he had made to see that poor man should not have.
- Great Angels Have Wings, the children do not have.
- But ... Do not have an angel to help someone to earn their wings?
- That's something you have invented.
He was thoughtful. Seemed to absorb what had just said Chaim.
- What is a little angel to do to be great? - Asked after a long silence. Chaim
sighed, lost in his own deep sadness and apathy.
- I do not know ... - answered, staring into nothingness.
Suddenly, the soft murmur of a carol sung by children's voices, was first heard in the distance, as an accompaniment to the deep concerns of the angel.
The man reached into an inside pocket of his coat and pulled out a small silver flask that smelled of whiskey.
- Oh! Please do not drink more - said Chaim - It will never stop me ...
Ignoring, raised the flask and dropped a splash of alcohol in your mouth.
Then wiped his sleeve.
- But ... You gotta help me - begged the man - is good night and I'm alone, I am a bastard.
- ... I can not - repeat Chaim with his eyes on the ground. And tired of that conversation, he turned to leave without giving further respite to the lonely drunk.
Then, the man's face became very serious, as if the effects of alcohol would have disappeared from their blood. His eyes, before tipsy, Chaim focused with great intensity.
- Maybe, to be a great angel, just believe what you ... - he said with a deep voice. - Maybe, just enough to want to help someone but to be a drunk like me. Chaim
was upset, not knowing what to say or think.
- If you think you can, buddy. That differentiates the great angels of children.
He flashed a broad smile, he gently grabbed her arm and said:
- Merry Christmas, little angel! -
and turning around, he went through to the other side of the bridge, leaving Chaim visibly moved, knowing that a great angel had just given him much-needed hope.

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Read the newspaper we read, watch television and follow the news online, every day we breakfasted with political corruption. The PP accuses the PSOE and vice versa, dark guys are making famous overnight for appearing in bizarre patterns of embezzlement of public funds ... Judges, bankers, trade unionists, businessmen ... Nobody sulky fonatanero to work in politics. And we are all aware that cases coming to light are the tips of the iceberg, the fart that the system has to miss from time to time to lighten your stomach blunted by both transfer and ease of digestion that only fall a few heads Turkish in the time that the system considers it appropriate. We have the feeling of living in a splash cloaca, with the shit to the neck, which is impossible to escape. And that sense paralyzes us. We see the injustice of those who amassed huge fortunes at the expense of hunger, war and misery of millions of people, the audacity of those who consider themselves sole repository of the exercise of "legitimate violence" and used to massacre people and enrich themselves and increase their power, condemning those who oppose as "terrorist." Those who do not hesitate to massacre the people of Iraq or reirle thank the King of Morocco as wrecks and plunder the Saharawi paueblo ask that the leftwing nationalist prove "conclusively" the league of violence, those who steal from the people looking for baskets laws to punish without dessert (no food and were punished) the dishonest unemployed who take advantage of unemployment benefits and refuse to accept jobs miserable ... We know, we see, we live in day to day. And yet, here we go on, quietly, without rebelling, comforting us with the football, mini-vacations or vicariously enjoying the exciting and luxurious lives of celebrities. The feeling of helplessness paralyzes us. We see that this system covers everything from the IMF to the smallest municipality, to large multinationals States and the Church.

But the reality is that the powerful few. A few families that make up the "famiglia", the "Cosa Nostra" policy, the magic circle of "our sons of bitches."

Those who suffer their excesses, their thievery and injustice are many, many more. How come we do not jump, do not we rebel against the whole morass that drowns us?

have invented a simple way to keep us in the fist we "give away" a few crumbs of what we have previously won in exchange for our obedience. And those crumbs are called mortgages, unemployment benefits, scholarships, pensions ... To this we add the lottery, football and TV, and have a submissive people screaming in unison: "Blessed Virgin, that I stay as I am". Y so we, as a jerk, bloated and stupefied, unable to sink his teeth into the jugular. And what's worse, quarreling among ourselves for the lousy "privileges" they decide to go around.

But nevertheless, all generations have given birth to sons and daughters have fought tirelessly rebel against the tyrants and have shouted from the rooftops that the king is naked and also smells like shit. Normally we pay dearly, because they are few. Let us join them and, for once, it pays the System.