Large Hazy Ring In The Sky Around The Moon

Before the storm we always expect the silence but I feel anything but than that.
Newspapers and television stations who smoke, melt microphones, bullshit things and people that sweep like rivers of mud in Sicily. I am not afraid and this makes me afraid, I'm tired, not disappointed. Why then should I be? You know, you know, they said, they say. Sketch a smile when I see the news quake victims who thanked the direct or indirect responsibility of their tragedies. I'm dying inside thinking about what we became, we put in all including me because this is still my country and I know that I'll have another no. The event
was fine, I'm not the guy who applauds convinced, I'm the one who listens in silence, sometimes judgmental, reflect, and hopefully soon collapses. Actually fuck the people who were I circumnavigated the event, not seen or heard, but I like to see people. Those who instead of doing anything else were there with those signs, those with physical problems but the stick and under the sun, those with the drums, those with smile, non-violent ones which would take very little to be happy, healthy life in a country. Until recently I could give a damn, just think about himself and people close to you, never stop trusting in men.
Now look. Expect everything collapses, I think we are close and I think more and more I hope. The funny thing is that most of the country will not see them either, you bury the dead, are celebrated funerals, ceremonies and promises are made.
"So far so good" ...