I went to the concession. from which we flee, because if we run like banshees that morning shit like that in which I never knew how it feels to be afraid ... that was not above the center, who walked the streets, that even though I was listening to the radio mind into a hole and would not let me sizing .... until daylight q let me see the place, let me see O'Higgins ... let me see streets and streets in the ground ... see my city full of soldiers and feel like in a war ... let me see this legendary building and split in two ... let me see the old bridge made a domino .. and broken or sunken streets ... no. I saw the photos. I saw with my eyes .. and when I got home and the light came, after so many days without it and without water .. (Which at this time still is) to see this photo squeezes my chest and I feel like everything that does not mourn and cry, why not let me because I can not. q because we succeed, for I am full and my family and everyone I know only good news .. porq'm not selfish like many who have been given q impotence, to see that others are on the ground and yet there are "people" who ruthlessly crushes ... Raging not have enough power to ease the pain of thousands of people who are so in baseball as I feel I can get to me, is why I endure ... as I can not feel bad, do not suffer.
ever thought I would have something special to live in life, something to inflate my chest with pride to tell with all those toppings that can make your story something worth telling your grandchildren "nose and I will never know whether this situation could be described as such ... I have only the picture in my head the noise that was louder than the noise of bar where I was, seeing as the floor was a big wave to people on it and I among all my friends claim to combat the imbalance ... see how the roof came down and did not understand .. just think and cry over and over again the name of my son, who became my only goal .. not if you break a glass of a car and break 10 to a tree that fell on the car of one of my friends, fight the time my hysteria, replicas, despair ... feeling that never came ... see everything as if it were not real, like 3D TV ... do not know if all this is a great story, the truth does not interest me that is. q there are people ran from collapsed buildings, people he fled to the sea q on their backs ... q people are found the most desperate of the deaths and even if they are not things worth telling but only two things. I am a lucky and nature when we want to put in place ... always know how.
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