bitter Days, in which sometimes do not understand how the world is so unfair and makes the lives of innocent people in real nightmares.
not want to stop thinking about the hell that must be from those who seek the rubble to a son, brother, friend .... gone. That must feel when they are outside their homes, their memories home .......? Where do you go?
The uncertainty of not knowing what happened, is happening or could happen .......
God! can not be true, is again something? Is there anyone on earth to deserve such punishment? ....
not want to think, I do not think! .
But I can not turn your head and pretend nothing happened.
Again, these terrible images ....¡ head bore me to stop! please ...
Jerking, tremors, people running, water-as if "nothing" is all about - moving Car emulating matches dragging on working lands that feed families ... When
again regain its calm? Your life? "His people? Have passed since" the storm "?
to, to ..., please!
think of everything and all they leave behind only a few hours, correeeeeeee!
Where do you go?. "Arrive in time to rescue my family? Oh God! Are they all right? What are you going to live? How to feed your children? ... Gone are your days
of joy, the warmth of the carpet under your feet to wake up every morning, the photos showing the best of your smiles in the past ......
please stop!.
And to think that the phrase so much I repeat, as if to convince himself that I can control my thoughts, safely out of the same sentence as someone has voted in tears as he felt the ground opened beneath their feet ........
He did not know if there will be tomorrow ...
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keep doing business as usual ......
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