About 18th February 2017.
She was poisoned yesterday. The doll who smiled at me with
those beautiful eyes, every day in the morning and welcomed me on my way back
home just in the street. The one who followed me everywhere, even crossed roads
blindly without thinking once.
Some people decided she wasn't worth living. Some people,
men of today are Gods of brutality. Look them in the eye make them feel
vulnerable and challenged and they will poison you.
The way she bowed every time she wanted to thank me for the
most minor gift of love. Yet it became a curse I presume. I want to believe
that I am right when I say God made us to Love yet when we do that?
