home I have a cold, dark, taken by silence. Usurped by sadness, and visited by nostalgia. It's hard to live when one parent has died. It's hard to breathe between both crying. Happiness, for me, has been exiled. I can not remember the laughter, I feel the tears ....
In my house, there is a room: empty, but full of memories that was once darkness illuminated by a light, my light. Is the room which is always that someone, which we can not see but feel ....
My life has changed, we have fought. These lines full of feelings, bitterness, anger and resignation, there is much to say but little to write. There are feelings that have no adjectives, as well there are facts that are not forgiven ....
Always one to have it. But that did not want to be me. We always expect the drop rebalza the glass. But this time it broke. Always need that flame that keeps us alive, this was extinguished. Only the ashes remain, fighting against time, and life is waiting to be fire again. There is no place for winners or losers. Time is hope, yet tired ....
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justice ..... that shit!
Neither Justice nor the money nor the paradise will be able to offset what we lost. Always aim at more. The pain does not go, endure ... Both have struggled, both have shouted, left, both have done ... And so we return it ....
What are 20 years for 193 people?
Here there only 193 people have died. Each person was linked to people. These people have lost a person, a friend, a partner, an uncle, a brother, a nephew, etc. Then: How many victims has left this catastrophic event?
SHIT WHERE WAS THE JUSTICE?
CARAJO WHERE WAS IN CONTROL?
WHICH IS THE ROLE OF POLITICAL? COIMEROS DE PUTA MADRE!
Know forgive, but forgiveness does not stop the pain ....
A LIFE NOT FORGET! A CHILD DOES NOT RECOVER!
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