no denying, everything is found in the full light of the autumn leaves fall to reveal the naked truth, branches facing the spring, more sap to green wood, long months doing nothing, the air is cold, the principal is reduced to subsist, the hard law of life, the least resistant disappear at the bottom, the hole where common end the glories and the other, the mass grave for all bodies, rich, poor, equal in length, more resounding titles or dominant position, the body died and with them the bourgeois order that keeps her alive by all means a system of social floor without elevator must climb up on slippery steps that are falling where you come, when all the top big men sat in large armchairs discuss the rising number of unemployed in a peanut betting that it exceeds one million, and they laugh good heart, a heart bursting with enormous good food and hate is what modern society is trying to destroy this by establishing a voluntary, those who work hard, he is promised a small pension, the capitalists themselves, isn ' have no pension, they do not work and live longer, spending their time playing cards when it rains, or open the window when the weather is nice gestures repeated millions of times until the end, all equal in death