In the prime of age, this man is useless. In his ten fingers and from morning to evening, it produces no fruit. It is on the work of others he eats. And no one misses anything that can satisfy his barren existence ... Best suits him, even if he does not lean hard day: when he must settle for little, he made a feast for both the belly and mind. Glad everything falls on his head and stomach, he lives a happy and even-tempered.
Free, it offers to those who accuse it of no avail to imitate. He has no money, no children, no wife, no job, no future, no ambition.
And even less vanity.
This unproductive to smooth hands has nothing to sell. He spends his time "sucking blood" of those who toil and who does not understand.
He sings, he laughs, plays, sleeps, eats, he dreams, he thinks, he meditates, he speaks ... Without offering anything in return to society.
sworn enemy of humanity industrious, honest and tidy, this man has no place on Earth. And because it looks beyond the clouds it is still far from his feet.
In truth he did not need to work to live, because the bandit steals man's useless.
In that time, the mentality, location, use or prejudice was appointed hermit, SDF, monk, poet, madman, Izarra, mystical, idiot, gypsy, going barefoot, backward wandering, wretch, assisted, lost ...
Steals not his neighbor, not the system, not even the earth.
His flight it is more subtle.
He flies high, very high, simply.
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