| and until it came
spent and spent
now only remains the eternal regret
know that somewhere in my country
(sometimes I hated
and sometimes loved)
children cry from hunger
the angry mob set fire and steal everything in its path
and employers worry that not
robbed while all this
from a hidden place of a poor drunkard
ranchi wrote to his homeland
a song I have in mind that thousands
of affection and love I give
no angelic voice that can describe what I feel
and feel all the tears of the sky fell on ranchi
now torrential rain which lasted but a split
is the trace left by the nature
such a bitch sometimes as mother and other
this time played with the ugly dance with the horrible
with worse engañay you
many believe that the drunk ( HAARP)
and she only acted
inertia is the day that we come together as Chilean
hugged
talk to neighbors never before and prayed greeted
(regardless of creed)
we feel sad and lost ants
we resign ourselves to seeing the tragedies TV whore aid
rains heaps but will never be enough
the 8.8
shots were accurate and nothing will be like before the game was canceled
concerts were canceled over the world stopped for a moment
and recalled that there is a long worm and amorphous at the end of the world where Niñ
, you cry
hunger and drunks leave the glass side of regretting ... |
This story caught in the web of stories in which I am registered. the user wrote called manuelfo.
and has every reason, so we all feel. some more than others, especially people in conception that is what is happening the more evil.
is just pray to God that things will improve a bit but could be. Porfa
and the government of this lady who does not do much reunion and act at once. xx
agh!
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