I (Mirages)
The forecast came true...
we have immersed ourselves little by little
in limbo,
no one warned us how parasitic
It turns out to be virtual reality.
While we trust to be armored
from what to the cloud
we climb
one day our data will serve you
the one who extorts
Traffic, with our profile.
confidentiality
only exists:
like utopia,
as theory,
like word,
as a promise that remains in the air.
There are already those who do not remember
how comfortable it was to live
before post-truth.
Today the lie can weigh
much more, to form a judgment
of reality.
As if it were a broken telephone,
information
has passed through several filters
until deformed
and abandon what he had in himself
really.
Every side goes touring
until acquiring in his voice
a lie tenor.
Multiple monsters hide
on a screen, behind,
and we don't even know;
we approach confident
to the dangerous encounter.
II (The Great Mounted Circus)
In turn there are augusts
with their reddish noses
and exaggerated footwear.
Seeking Harlequins
any means to call
the attention...
in this lake
lovebirds show off
happiness,
exposing himself to heat
of others.
gossip arrives
like a moth
ruining the foundation
where they had built a fortress.
Gnawing the bone marrow
of that same skeleton.
III (Human, mechanically human)
indisputable fact
the damage suffered
in human contact.
Essential.
Erratic let's go...
Relief becomes for the crazy,
the cybernetic space,
those who seek
I release your hunger
here they find
dark new trends
each one has chosen
create barriers,
guaranteeing efficacy
to ignore his brother.
The outlook is not optimistic
altogether,
good that
technologically we are
in the most prolific stage...
paradoxically we forget what is essential and important to our being
just the alienation
thrive in this modern world,
like the rush
that I see in all the faces.
are broadcast daily
The bad news,
And what is left of the man?
hysteria takes over
of the crowds,
And what is left of the man?
IV (The goal of the leaders)
The goal of the rulers
turn now
in parallel
with the virtual.
virtualcash
virtual work
virtual life
virtual sub
virtual dog
virtualsoul,
virtual All...
they want to make us
to all of the same feeling,
material.
Take us out of the same mold.
Appease us with the flag of the same Ideal.
They plan behind
of the curtain
without anyone noticing.
without anyone intervening
in your plans.
Bilaterally
they proceed to coexist
the orbs of the virtual, the real;
low synallagmatic treatment
sell the world...
To the highest bidder.
People go blindfolded.
Everything gives way to augmented/mounted reality.
Shackles
neurosis
the social/disintegrated axis,
all model proposed
for welfare
is now accused of chaos.
Computers have been created
trillions of gadgets
to solve our lives,
gadgets, robots,
endless list of things,
machines made
replacing the faculties
of Man.
Probably this makes us idiots, inept, strained; now ready to buy:
•A virtual memory
•Virtual Sex
•A virtual company pet
•Life insurance, virtual
•A virtual cold coffee
•A virtual house
•The virtual pantry
•Lots of cookies, oh yes
•My virtual library
•The sweet virtual pampering
•A virtual transport
•Don't forget your virtual dress
•Your avatar appearance
•Virtual money, the one that will vanish
will vanish will vanish
it will vanish
Aldous Huxley already warned
visionary what would be
to pass
The catastrophe where...
we have it all
in a virtual world
but in the real world
we are eaten by the soul
dissatisfied with existence.