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.