long time did not go out from the attic, I generally dislike
everything is out except for the tobacco and the wine shop. Well, today I went out to go to a funeral. Have you ever been to the funeral of an outcast, a poor, from a guy who has suffered and suffered for a lifetime? A funeral like this is different from all others, is a funeral that goes beyond the concept of gravity: the heavy tears fill my eyes do not fall, remain suspended between the eyebrows, although nothing in can support the kind, sad faces and dark, but with few tears. At the funeral of a poor there is a lot of people, not many bouquets of flowers, the funeral of a poor man is not three o'clock in the afternoon, but at 9.30 on Saturday morning, the time that is usually a queue at 'car wash to be in place on Sunday. At the funeral of an outcast little one cries, runs away once finished, there are a lot of other things to do. At the funeral of a poor person, a disabled person, an outsider I am often funny, he goes to heaven, calmly, without haste after living hell down here, we travel, hold on to our watches, two prayers to recommend it to heaven, then we run our daily hell because in our normal and we're really lucky we really do a million things to do.
December 3: NATIONAL DAY FOR RIGHTS OF DISABLED
soon the Storyteller
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