do not know who walks beside us. We took her back, we passed close, touches us but, without knowing the motivation eludes us. Is there at our side, but often we forget it. We prefer to ignore their existence deceiving, looking elsewhere, lowering his head and thinking that the stone never fall on our roof and just then, when you think the sun you can not, will always be the day, that night will never come, becomes noticeable.
Then, if we still have a minimum time margin to enjoy this thing called life, we're inundated with questions: why humans are so cruel to yourself? Why this inability to apologize? Why the struggle to recognize our mistakes? Why this easy to insult and offend your neighbor? Why so proud? Why this agony for money that is useless when your life just slips through your hands? Why so jealous, why so jealous? Why so much capacity for evil and thus unable to demonstrate to those who give or have given their lives for us, love?
So Why so ungrateful? Why all the blame and so few solutions? Why do we mourn the other, those who are tearing their soul when they see us weep? Why so much dissatisfaction? Why Why so much corruption, why such malice, why so little heart, why so much abuse? Why so much inhumanity to our own species if the clock of life is indefinite and not know at what point will stop? Why, why, why? If death is still there, watching us closely, in a corner of the attic.
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