Dog Ate Singular Pill

Ulysses

And laughter will bury you, 'was written after ...

I was visiting a small malnutrtiti who had been hospitalized for two weeks on the ward, and raised as one of my best intelligent expression, this little creature, which so far only hinted at a smile when pulled down her cheeks, all concentrated as it was not to let the feathers, and 'burst out laughing. Taste. Robe from 272 teeth.

I think I'm almost dead. A gift.

's true. Many have told me. I never wrote the hospital.

It 's not easy, I do not think being capable. I can not be objective.

I wish I could tell of malnourished children arriving on the ward, skin-bones and huge eyes and distant, some already 'too far.

I pause to describe the wonder of how a faccietta excavated from day to day, could blow up a nice pair of cheeks to the point of creeping doubt that the child must have been mistaken at night time.

I wish I could explain the sense of loss that I feel when, to accompany the little ones eaten by hunger, there are no women reduced to extreme poverty ', but certainly not well-off women, but' enough to afford a cell phone.

of anger to see that instead of mothers' milk to children, they are laughing happily together.

of other women who have forgotten the name or age 'of their child.

But you also talked about the many mothers tenderly caring and concerned, attentive to every single syllable that comes out of your mouth, as if from one of those would depend on their lives.

of gratitude that can display.

I want to tell the incredible flavor that seems to have a banana when it is eaten by one of those hungry dwarves or taste you feel when you see them play after so long.

I would talk about the world outside of the Divine. Talk about it without too laugh about.

describe the anguish that go in an ambulance the first time, I had to see how no action, despite the urgency, would shift to one side to let us pass, all absolutely indifferent to the life that was dying on board.

I would probably tell from the episodes of corruption at all levels of society ', which are recounted, the incredible feeling of suffocation that Luandesi intenzonati live well every day, misleading television models satellite is transmitting to the young, increasingly values' reversed. West.

tell you about a country where the coca-cola is cheaper than water (...).

And in all this I would not have even told of the void that seems to leave the ignorance of how the absence of a culture in the layers most 'deprived sections of the population is taking away, every moment more,' the possibility 'a way out.

And the struggle that some monstrous anoglani David (and others) are fighting against Goliath compatriots (AND) to give an education to all.

So only thoughts would be in order, too confused to understand me.
Without an overall view. An outlet. A stream of consciousness. Something like a flush shot. A
Ulysses. Certainly not joiceiano.