El camino que recorro
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Publikasi terakhir Sen, Jul 23, 2018
En este corto tiempo en que el año ha comenzado he notado más muertes de niños que en ningún otro lado, en Chile y en todo el mundo los medios han dado más connotación a las muertes de infantes, púberes, adolescente, etc. Por accidentes de tránsitos, abusos y maltrato...
Mi mente y corazón no da más, miro éstas noticias por que debo estar informada del mundo en el que vivo, -yo digo mi mente y corazón no da más- ¿como estarán los seres queridos que estos niños dejaron atrás?, entonces pensé que aun que suene egoísta, soy mamá y soy humana, tengo derecho también a sufrir por ellos, y por lo mismo también a sanar...
Éste será un primer poema, a ellos. En muchos casos ocuparé los nombres reales ya que sino sería un insulto a su memoria, lamento si esto fatiga o enfada a alguien, más sólo le puedo decir entonces que deje de leer y siga su camino por wattpad.
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