Today, a new day ahead. Peek through the window to see the sky, to look at what point today the moon will be, to absorb the first air of the morning, to wait for the Sun or the rain needed to dispose ourselves to start daily life. The worker, student, pensioner, idling, which has a trade, in love, which goes for a walk and going to visit. All with dreams, concerns, joys and sorrows, but forward following the path of life with all its obstacles, hopeful or waiting. And in the middle of a trip, or crossing the street or sitting in a cafe conversation, or in the hospital awaiting their turn, or kindergarten playing, feel a tremendous noise that moves away it of there, who minces, it definitely interrupt his life only once.
How is it the morning of the terrorista-bomba the day that the burst is? And tears of relatives are composed of which element? And the nearer his defeat? And how many cabezotas illuminated directing the masses? Never better applied this word. And as an offering of unity between the bands that generate a fratricidal war, he hurls into the abyss by a booty, not for a homeland. And from our sidewalk, alone, a few, almost like lost, abandoned, seeking peace, talking about peace in the midst of so much pain, so much madness, so much unreason. Still believing that peace is possible. Roberto Sanchez the Magazine: Web Log: original author and source of the article.