Today I woke up with a bitter memory, because I will not forget. Today I close my eyes and I live so many sad feelings, I see all the faces I left that day. I would not forget, because I can not forget, today I recall the tragedy. Remember where I was at that fatal moment when the sound came, and after the rumor became news, and thousands of voices announcing broke wind between smoke, sirens and blood that death had come to Madrid. El adios a thousand souls that break to fly is not silent.
I can not forget, as in a dream guided by a spring I went to the streets, everyone around me looked down with gestures of grief and disbelief, no one spoke, no one could believe and someone asked me is it true what they say?. No one could believe. As always these days, television is the only l notary certifies the reality. Only the bloody images that all houses and bars saw on televisions across the country, we confirmed the terrible certainty, that a thousand souls were. I do not remember so much grief in the streets, but the worst was yet to come. The outrage came to pain, and interested partisan use of the tragedy brought the vile triumph of democracy, and with that victory came the silence, mouthwashes, lies.
not want to forget how thousands of English took to the streets every day 11 to demand justice, to demand the truth, to reclaim memory, dignity and justice. Today as we continue in that effort yesterday, and the truth is slowly taking shape, it becomes present.
We can not forget, we must not forget how and why a thousand souls calf on the sky of Madrid this morning. Patient awaiting justice those responsible for the tragedy.
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