Way dilapidated houses on the road between and testimonies of real life suddenly interrupted as faint breath of wind. Wooden planks on the heads of kids that squeeze dolls with no arms, rolling stones anchored to bones of men, the long trail of blood trails as trail to follow.
A hand mixed with dust and blood penetrates the thick blanket of dust and rubble. Not a sound, not a hiss, not a faint hope from the ground: another city where he now lives.
This land is a frozen lake, shapeless heap of collapsed houses including furniture, lamps, games for children and the yellowed pictures depicting smiles now lost.
Someone digs, some cry, others get frustrated with his ear to the ground to be ready when still tremble and run away roofs, trees, rain of stones.
My phone rings. A sound that pierces the silence, noise, the crying eyes of abandoned on the roadside. The voice on the other side says that we must strive to ensure that there is no time to lose. I would say that is a good time, which is the perfect day, we need to do quickly.
"Rebuilding is a big deal, so earthquakes do not happen every day," I say with a sigh. Then I close the call and returned to walk with his hands in his pocket: a perfect day, the deal of the century.
This land is a frozen lake, shapeless heap of collapsed houses including furniture, lamps, games for children and the yellowed pictures depicting smiles now lost.
Someone digs, some cry, others get frustrated with his ear to the ground to be ready when still tremble and run away roofs, trees, rain of stones.
My phone rings. A sound that pierces the silence, noise, the crying eyes of abandoned on the roadside. The voice on the other side says that we must strive to ensure that there is no time to lose. I would say that is a good time, which is the perfect day, we need to do quickly.
"Rebuilding is a big deal, so earthquakes do not happen every day," I say with a sigh. Then I close the call and returned to walk with his hands in his pocket: a perfect day, the deal of the century.
Lou Reed - Perfect Day Just a
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