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jueves, 4 de abril de 2013

the GIRL POLI

POLI GIRL.
The silence in the room seems to show that he had no soul in it: The great mass of iron and cement, just turn off all lights in the cells, one of the hallways are booths with surveillance.


In the recesses, so called cement pallets are in each of the cells. Every human being is stirred in his miserable bed, trying to sleep. Outside in the gardens surrounding the building, the trees mochados of his best ... leaf stems and the flowers, all the little grass sprouting soil have doubled his body, as if all the suffering that gray mole content moves. Also they feel. I perceive that I feel, suffer in the flesh, seeking freedom prairie, that those souls sometimes never see, or sometimes in a very distant time. For the wrath contained, being the butt of the catharsis of many of those who inflict such cruel pain. So to double its stem, at least for that night, rest a little bit of human rage at the time. In the thinned forest surrounding the mole, get all kinds of birds, representing respect, arrived in silent flight to land on the few branches for the night and was breaking, dawn, stood flight and disappeared in the distance . Many did not return ever. Who knows tell their fellow human drama as enigmatic containing construction? Ironically it was the beginning of a small sandy area, giving the feeling of being a desert, even more, in the evenings you could hear the wind whistling dreary, it increased the sense of fear. Who would have dared at that time, close by. He escarapelado any body.


In his cement bed, covered by a plastic foam mattress lean, still did not sleep, that little body lean, short of stature. With his features of little girl, did not show the almost twenty years, and recent motherhood


Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos.Tupac Isaac II.http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

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