Saturday, July 31, 2010

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We often forget things that are important. We get into details, intricacies and controversies that do nothing but complicate our existence. Is there a plan that will avoid death? Is there a happy thought that would stop a bullet? ... sometimes I'm starting to forget the reality, but she is overwhelming and I have nothing else to spend the bitter, sad and disturbing. It was Saturday and as soon as I start to remove the disgust of the morning Thursday. Always passing through that corner of Zapata Street, provided the path of dawn to get to work and from that day, I can not see well.

have been a crime wave in Caciquelandia I do not see that anyone can stop it. Imagine six bodies piled in a van, then imagine what it feels like to take them to SEMEFO unravel ... a strong dose of reality, no doubt.

I assure you there's nothing like being in front these things. I remember that was why I stopped fanning the police notes, because when you're standing there, like a soul knows that this dose rage and pain leaves a stain on the site, which extends into the bowels of one and can not discard it. The dead dream, feel, smell and leave behind our shadow. It is not uncommon to discover yourself giving a ghost in the middle of the night on Friday. So I quit. I left because I thought I could get hold of my media without having to live that kind of nights filled with blood, raw and sour smell of crusts on the size of terror. At first, a lot of work to go cleaning the soul. Then, there are not wanting to be involved in any of that, and not because you fear that confuse you and give you death, but because you find other things in life, a big kiss to save you get dirty, a hug you yearn and you have installed on your desires and always want to feel sooner or later. The smile of the people you love and feel the pleasure of just watching them walk. That, truly I say, you can save your soul continue to burn.

But reached on Thursday. I did not realize until a uniformed intercepted me. I wanted to explain that always happened that corner, one block from my work, but then death hit me in the face. It was a thrill that I did not feel much. It was like a frozen embrace that prickled the hair on my arms and neck. The smell seemed terribly familiar, and if there were, under certain flashazos and surrounded by troops, other bodies.

A block away, insist , a block from my work. I felt sad, for the truth. It is a place that I walk every day. It felt familiar, safe, and suddenly, nothing.

Now, in addition sadness makes me go and watch the blood stains on the cobblestones, I feel a little sorry because when I ask those who love the why of those events would not know say. And it is not being pessimistic, but it seems that once you get familiar with death, this will make short visits from time to time. And I want that to happen no more. Not really.
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