The planter

There is an old peasant who walks the country, blue that strokes the eyes, the smell blesses the spirit of those who cross the road that crosses the state of North and South, both on the same peninsula, each with its political systems and its different economies. The dictatorship is the one that governs the region above, there is a huge production shortage, few labor and lag of equipment for facilitating planting and harvesting, the region below is covered by a huge range of machines, excavators, planters , Cultivators, tractors scattered over several fields, planting and cultivating various species of tubers and grains, in an apparently hydrated soil totally different from the exhaustion and exhaustion of the long land demarcations of the upper region of the peninsula.
Frightened by such a discrepancy of reality in such a near locality, I approach an elderly peasant with calloused hands, a tired and worn-faced countenance, and ask, 'Why do not you invest in production', the man who seemed to be very focused on his function Then it says, 'It is the fruit of tradition ...' with the answer dry and without further conversation, he picked up the basket of flowers and descended toward the depot. Soon I am intercepted by a man in uniform in what looked like a soldier, coarsely asked to withdraw so as not to cause problems with the generals.
I return to the car to take my way along the road, without having my questions answered and with more doubts about the lack of availability and diplomacy of those people who were working in that wasteland without much resources, it may be that the 'tradition' does not open much for The questions and inquiries coming from other policies, even showing such resistance, it was clearly visible to see that that system of operation, besides not functioning on earth, was so dry and arid also in the minds and hearts of that people. It may be necessary to change the seeds, because everything is a process of planting in the fields of life, and anyone who plants only ranch seeds will only grow bitter plants.
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