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Sin

The sky may not be that dark and ominous over this great piece of land. As I look down and I rearrange the helmet too big for my head back in the middle of hell, hell that I still can not get used. Around me mortar shells, hand grenades thrown and received, strangled cries of souls that escape quickly from the bodies of my companions. I turn back again to see a way out, a chance to escape but apart Vassili the third platoon trying to get back into the guts I do not see viable areas. I feel a bullet whistling near my right ear, swung around the trunk, take aim and fire, is the third kill today, I became pretty good I think, I crumpled up behind the big rock next to me and I get scared.
To my left I feel Turay scream comes out of cover while to get crystals dying down, but I do not move, I'm still scared for my cruelty; compress their ears with their hands to escape back to all this, fly anywhere away from here. Pass a minute, maybe I go two, back to hell, Turati is lying with his face in the ground right next to crystals.
enough, I go, in whatever way I'll go now. I take the helmet to see better, Fuck them all, I run. Start running in the opposite direction of the enemy retiring fast and agile bodies and the cries of my fellow sufferers, in the distance an endless row of trees waiting for me. But suddenly my race ends, I hear a roar and I find myself on the ground, and now the eye is looking at the sky, I do not feel anything, nor shoot, nor crying, I understand that the bomb exploded nearby, too. I
an inhuman effort to lift his head, just enough to discover that the legs and the torso have disappeared as if you were the victim of an illusionist. The strange thing is that I do not feel pain and that consoles me, I'm relieved because it so I can live the last moments and briefly recall the good things with clarity. I have time to think about just one thing, that you will slowly slip off her dress flax flowers while I tell you I do not start anymore, it was a lie is true but I do not regret, I knew that sooner or later I would have paid

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Water alone sometimes remove makeup

missing two hours. I'm sitting here and I think, around with the camera that my mind is possible, hundreds of movies on how to start the night, how to end it, on what would be nice to be with her. Without even noticing I have found a way to make her laugh, to make me look like charming, intelligent, extravagant, profound and unique. I try to enter his head to find the desires hidden, after trying to deliver them before the eyes with a smile, what if I care for now of what can please her, I'll think about later.
I'm thirsty, I do quite a big glass of ice water to wake up, to the maximum. Of course, so cold straight to the stomach of a normal person might be possible for highway squaraus , but I am me, the pleasure of causing it passes over any possible risk.
while I sit back and squeeze my ass a little packet of crackers left who knows because I get back on the couch thinking, but this time in the opposite direction.
Why the fuck not do what I want? Why should I do differently than they are for pleasure?
I think maybe the glass of water instead of drinking it is pulled me in the face because not stop waking up, how can I be myself if I change shape like a ball Mr Didò depending on the situation? How do I know if I'm okay with someone if I care only about how she is? Live beautiful moments after being passed over a thousand compromises then what is?
runs into the kitchen and I fill my glass again, this time the water really throw me on the face of all this toil, this effort to please and entertain has never brought positive results? But above all , I never asked what I want and what pleases me?
in the bathroom while I wipe the hair gradually taking shape in the usual fucking dog responds to these and other questions. Apart from those
rhetoric, I see a row of No pass by me.
wearing my jacket fiction, I take the keys from the entrance of the scooter el ' mp 3, put the headphones on and now I want a song that goes well, for now ...

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Mama Africa

walked with small steps, small as his feet. Barefoot, a microbe compared to the immensity of the earth beneath him, the boy was playing to stay in balance over some wooden planks. Splinters and lumps of material were not a problem because him, barefoot, always has been. Playing, smiling, the sun had become red and penetrated to the middle ground, hopping between the gaps left by the cross-axis to the ground like a kangaroo, then fell, it was a laugh and get up to start over. The silence around him was complete, the few cries that sounded issued undisturbed km.
Time stands still in this place hundreds of years ago, perhaps thousands, seems to see the earth in its early days, without any visual and noise pollution caused by man. The sun and moon are larger, the earth greener, the air smells good, the child smiles. Despite all of this is real, it is actually an illusion.
The wooden planks on the ground are the remains of shacks destroyed, and once was a village here. The air smells because wind and weather have removed the human remains that until recently lay on the ground. The land is green because of heavy rains that have washed red blood of tens of souls. The baby smiles, his eyes very young have forgotten images so horrible to make them look dream. He smiles because do not remember who until recently stroked his forehead before going to sleep. He smiles because the deep cut in the small arm now hurts the most.
I do not know whether to call this a land forgotten by God, however, admit that the world has already done so long ago it seems a step forward