When I see the death of Palestinian children, I think that their arms and break cuellitos the same way as those of my children break Dante and Catherine. Blood that escapes from their bodies exploding provokes the same death that they would do to mine, which in turn sleep peacefully in their pieces after eating their cookies with milk, to educate and laugh as they play at home with their little empires of toys and hope. When you laugh out loud watching the Discovery Kids or Fairly OddParents dream to meet all their dreams.
Then again I see the mangled little bodies taken by Palestinian children under the rubble because of the righteousness of the bombs, and while their parents or mothers inert loaded disfigure their faces and crying impotence and tear hair and are breaking their heads, and then that also that those would be my own tears and my own screams and I would hit the same way my head against the walls and the pavement so to meet them. But instead every weekend I go I find them and we look forward to a park or the theater and the Plaza Maipú to walk on those metal toy cars, and then we laugh and there are times when I say that evening was the prettiest of his life, and I feel I could die that afternoon so that no more.
Then I saw the news and newspapers and I think that Palestinian mothers cry with the same hysteria and despair that my mom to see me cry destroyed and killed by the blast, and I'm sure my children do not understand very well Seeing their mother dead with an empty gesture that why inexplicable and terrible, or convulsing on the floor drowning in his own blood.
And my nausea comes in absurd cowardice of the UN in large part responsible for the conflict current distribution by a quite stupid of those territories in 1948 gringa justification for the conflict and the deep silence of Barack Obama and the European Union in the disaster.
And once again all are shocked and horrified with the same sincerity of Christian grandmothers Pharisees and beating his chest, as if pardons or the deep intellectual "novel analysis" alleviate some of the carnage and terror, and this deep fear paralyzing the poor little children living Palestinians.
Today, many shocked and filled with fables, but I say THAT THE ONLY WAY TO ESTABLISH A GRAIN OF JUSTICE AS IS PUT PRESSURE CATEGORICAL EMBASSY TO JEWISH AND POINT. "Cowards not wilted in front of the Moneda, Plaza de La Constitución screaming weaitas pamphleteers that serve only absurd indulgences and sacrifices. If you do not have to organize a large demonstration outside his door, on and as many times as necessary. And so in a symbolic gesture to soak your red walls and move their doors and gates, for even if, even just a little, in part, to a small and simple justice for all those children Palestinians that bleed and break, and shake and forget to always smile, the same way we would our own beloved children.
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