
Y los sueños no soñados,

ya se amargan la garganta y se callan.

Y eso, casi siempre (o siempre), les encanta.

Van quedando pocas sonrisas,

prisioneros de esta cárcel de tiza.

Se apagó el sentido,

se encendió un silencio de misa.
Callejeros | Una nueva noche fría
As my friend *
AsHaCaT said, the world is dying. In my country, 191 people died on a fire on Thursday night, not a week away from the tsunami.
They were attending a concert in a popular disco. A firework started the fire. Emergency doors were closed.
It's the worst non-natural catastrophe here in Argentina. But not the first of this kind.
My condolences to those that have lost a dear one in such stupid and unfair circumstance.