No, it is not, that which we all feel, what it should be, and, no, …, it is not, not even close. It is not what, by right, we should be considered: Canarian citizens, most born in these islands, like our parents, and our grandparents, and the others, who have arrived in our land, because the harshness of their lives has forced them to, as many of our ancestors did years ago. Many. Let's not forget that.
It is not understood that the political authorities, being of whatever sign, do not truly feel us as their people. They are so far removed from our reality, which was theirs. Now, they are not one of us, unintentionally, without realizing it, they have lost their sense of reality, like some who, for whatever reasons, have lost the course of their lives, all our mercy for them, but not those, our leaders. How can it be possible that the majority of the towns on this Island have their homes without water, not once, but many times a year. Water.
The water, which our ancestors, so that it would not be lost, used their ingenuity, which was great, due to the tremendous need, to, despite living in a desert, collect it to the last drop using the alcogidas, to lead them to the cistern, and there, preserve it like gold in cloth, because its value was much higher than gold, because you don't die from lack of gold, but you do from lack of water. How can it be understood that on this Island water cuts to its towns are so frequent and that in the tourist centers water is never lacking. What do politicians do for all those conejeros who have to manage in those days without water while tourists frolic their bodies in the pools and then finish the job with a good shower. And what do they do. I don't know. Yes, they talk a lot, talking is their specialty.
An honors degree for all of them for that "art" of speaking. And if it is among journalists, the speech reaches orgasmic extremes. With many clichés, which we all know, such as "it couldn't be otherwise", and so many others,.., hollow. The water issue is a parable. Before there was little, but no one lacked it; now, there is a lot of water, because it is desalinated from the sea, but half of it is lost in leaks in the network, in the pipes, to understand each other, which carries the water to the homes, and, the little that remains, is enjoyed by the tourists.
That tourism that is said to be the solution to the shortcomings of our Islands. I have my doubts. Because before there were shortcomings, yes, of course, there were, but there was dignity, and courage, and this, which is what builds man in his destiny, has been lost. Yes, now there are so many shortcomings. So much of what was enjoyed before, in freedom, like sailing to pario, octopus fishing, fishing for old women, to then jarearlas, bathing by the sea, among laughter, without any crowd around you, and, the joy of living, that it is enough that we visualize some "old" photographs to realize that happiness.
What has happened? Why this involution? In the human. Which is the most important thing. And our authorities, who owe themselves to us, who have voted for them so that our needs are covered, do what is necessary possible, which is the Art of Politics. We see that no, they do not cover our needs: water, health, education, housing, overcrowding.
Yes, many parties, tremendous parties, even the April Fair, with horses and everything. And the worst that could happen to us, in this delirium, the loss of our identity, forged over centuries. They are going to excuse those who feel singled out, not by me, but by themselves, but it is what my heart dictates to my reason. Let's get back on the right track, the one that our ancestors traced so well. It would do us good.
