He felt that his illusions were tumbling one by one and despair chips dug into the soul.
The woman, in her indifference, was cruel and betrayed him requiring a happiness that was only a chimera that reached into love affairs. Perhaps, the child never feel him by these words she threw toxic. His daily routine duties as night after night and invaded in a knot of melancholy in his mind ravaged sleepless mornings by a maze of blind turns into a bed of condemned. What helped him their jobs, their struggles, their generosity, their creed? How many feelings sank into swamps of hopelessness? I know! In a frown guess only helpless, in a dim expression. And without aspirations, violated by men without conscience and without pity who demanded that he had left: the taking of the life and struggle to survive as a slave to his meanness, chose to leave the stage saying "Enough". They had played their roles with the simplicity and humility of the young illuminating anonymous beings and lives with smiles, thanks, joy and youthful pranks.
's fantasy to pursue a haven where he would meet with beloved ancestors without treachery or indifference, led him to remove the most valuable in an irreversible fact that we went down and threw herself suicide. In this wilderness of mountains fled the blood that took his life, the earth swallowed hungry and we left a vacuum. Only the emptiness of his absence.
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Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars,
Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars,
05/10/1917 
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