Miners of Chile or like removing the tip of a pen without ink goes without saying that I understand how hard and tragic that it work in the mines, dangerous and many lives have been there, buried under the coal or metal or have suffered the health consequences years tarde.Y understand what these miners have been locked up for 70 days Chileans, the fear, the unknown of what will happen .... but that's because they are riding a frivolous business premeditated from the moment they knew they were going to get what I repatea.Y as the Chilean government takes everything to make propaganda of his country in a visceral and inhuman procuo quid (as we start talking of humans and sublayers). For me left everything else.
Do you know who spent 30 years locked up passing it really badly? Ramón Sampedro, 30 years locked in her own body, in the crudest darkness, contemplating the day and night in his misery to give up and decide to end his lucha.Todos those years of hope and struggle for me to call him worthy of HERO.
; ; ; MAN WALKING
Fifth up, coal mines. Lure
between lords, workers, fishermen
touch wakes rooster planting.
ordinary man with calluses on his back, kidney defeated
sweat cast between the eyebrows,
broken hands, and you warn you'd be naked, with basket on shoulder
with the bread of wood, with nothing more than the look
the integrity and strong arm your arm.
captain of a ship as he played out,
with nets full of pain, sleep, fatigue,
so many nights and many days, so many months of work
already has so much for so little
you forged, a man and a destination for you. ----------------------------------------------
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EUTHANASIA
And suddenly look old.
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be maimed in life.
Return provided by worthless second
seems even something sensible.
And die like that.
Manage your current
River that cuts the sea
and conclude with decorum breath,
choosing your day at the time,
demanding your time to die.
suddenly be old sagging or see illusions,
breathing and air are two different things
between agonizing pain and it seems that days there are gone.
is worthy of reason when one decides to put an end to this grief.
and seems itself to our mother nature wants to hold on to hope.
but die without more,
in life,
is to fight fire with fire,
sell your meat portions to hell,
is to stay for nothing.
pm be sudden fear subject to the dull hand of loneliness
or liquidate your soul.
eternal cry with anxiety that the pain has
or shake the dust from the slab