I knew and I know many politicians for vocation, ones already had been even so, but they had left fighting to form gardens, others, exactly with advanced age, had not lost the will to form gardens, its lives had always been and continue to be a hope reason (…) It has a difference between vocation and profession. In the vocation the person finds the happiness in the proper action. In the profession the pleasure if finds not in the action, but yes in the profit that of it if drift. The man moved for the vocation is one gotten passionate. The vocational one is as a man who makes love for the joy to love. Already the professional does not love the woman.
It loves the money that receives from it. Gigol is one. The gardener for vocation loves the garden of all. The gardener for profession uses the garden of all to construct its private garden, despite, so that this happens, it has that to increase to its redor desert the suffering. Thus it is that the true politician differs itself from the false politician. The first one thinks about eternities, already as, in ‘ minutos’. Who thinks about minutes does not have patience to sow trees. A tree takes many years to grow.
He is more lucrative to cut them. Our future depends on this fight between politicians for vocation and politicians for profession. If the politicians for vocation if to possess of the garden, will be able to start to trace a new destination.