Illusions truncated, drowned by dark anxieties in whose waters dance his heart enslaved, suffering from pain alone, demonstrated in front the mirror of disappointments. Sad face, only tears, without pity about.
engulfed Alma, undone before the bitter honey of darkness. Without peace, no rest to the constant ringing of dual-chip mobile phone, disturbing calls without identifying himself. Nerves to the surface, watching the movement of its own shadow. Troubled by the locals and overwhelming to outsiders. The shaking rage explodes around him, looking down the fearful, others avoid it, few imagined the face of suspicion.
words and empty phrases, empty with no real meaning, escaped slogans Alphabet that sounds like an echo in the depths of his mind. Soft, sweet and lackeys transfigured in crude, bitter, hurtful ranting their senses before the expectant eyes of his.
Another tear crosses his cheek. Hurt notes the family photo on the stillness of the empty room. Without peace and quiet, walk around the bed, leaving the hall without turning on the light, listen in silence sorrows and regrets. His heart cries freedom, break chains and end the torment.
undecided The balance leans to acts proselytizing. His oath sets the course and crashed in a storm of discontent, fighting upstream becomes shipwrecked of deceit, lies and immersed in the plot, revealed by a bright beam of reality.
Is it worth the martyrdom? You know!
The martyrs did not suffer like you, the pain was mortal and crucifying.
Heroes await, passing into eternity.
many lies! Many tricks! Return to yours!
Creoles, Miskito, Garifuna, Ulwas, mayagnas, branches and mestizos will celebrate.
Hill
New Guinea, RAAS
Friday, April 8, 2011 
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