The Pride of Lions

The Pride of Lions The interior of Algarve has in the summer heat an African feel, waterholes are getting smaller and mules must be careful not to be caught by lions that lurk in the chaff, seed of things made golden by the sun, but ultimately just T. V trash blinding us so we don´t see the lovely animal called reality. Endless rolling news, tragedy is entertainment, transient fame of those who want to be famous without doing homework, end up as husks blowing in the wind, belittled on the throne of craving for amusement by the unthinking, who do not see blood and circus are dust of distraction by the powerful so we do not see how our freedom is eroded before it is too late, and there are no lions left.