lunes, 4 de abril de 2011

True story

Old dying man. He knew what love is.
The happiest one, years ago. He lived in a calm village, with his wife. They wanted to have children, they tried and they couldn't. But their desire was so imperious that they finally adopted a little girl. These loving parents started a family.
The girl grew up, and chose a bad path to walk. She married four men before turning 40. She had two children, a boy and a girl, each from different father. They spent most of his life with their grandparents, who took care for them while their mother was sinking in a spiral of night clubs, sex and alcohol.
How much did this marriage suffer? They always showed a smile.

He loved his grandchildren, even they were not theirs. The girl was cheerful. The boy was strong and happy. But years passed, and he became thinner and thinner.
There was a terrible car crash. Mother sat in a wheel chair, she is going for a walk at the hands of his courageous father, who never gave up. Who always loved her and her children. Can you believe he still could smile? He did.
But, what happened with the boy? He had problems, so many problems. He couldn't hold it on, not even with the support and the love of his grandpas. Drugs became convenient. His life was nonsense chaos.

«Calm down, please! Don't get nervous, don't do it again!
Let your grandmother alone, she has no money for you! Stop it now!
Please! Don't hit your mother! Don't hit your grandmother! Why do you do this?
No! Please, stop! Stop! I said STOP!»
Bang, silence. Two shots to the chest. He's dead.

After two months in jail, he was released. Three months after its release, he died.
This old dying man couldn't smile anymore. The pain was so huge. The wife also died in those three months.

If you give them the world, you will condemn them to suffering.

We are too many people. We remain. We are a remainder.
I won't give new life to this world. But I will keep the one which is already here safe.
I will fight for the life of the ones who need me, even if it sends me to hell.

But maybe something happens...
Maybe this world gets better again...
And the balance gets the equilibrium.

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