To the, Tunisian dreams, scraper… (part 2)
*** A gun to the eye brought a tear to the heart and took the life of my dearest sister. O thou who brought pain to suffice her spleen. If the life was not convenient for you, from the beginning, of your mania you equipped yourself, to return my sun, to me darling, so blackened. A last step towards life? Spread out for a last moment, to breathe this air? Smile at life one last time? My so utopian hope, did not make possible the vision of my fathers. In the media, the charge touched them, one with the other, intent upon misfortune. What seemed to be such a wonderful day was not so wonderful now...