Why?

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Why so much silence, so much death and so much wickedness? Why, by whom and for what so much suffering, so much pain and so many offenses? Who will remember me and will update my Facebook when my flesh drops dead? Why, by whom and for what so much weakness and so much strength?
The Why of Things.
The first and the second mini function are constituted by a dialogue, a dialogue of the poet with a muse and a mirror, this time the dialogue is between a poetess and God.
* Why? *
On the small stage a solitary woman appears thoughtful, drawn into the scenery there is a large blue dome star-studded, under the stars, distant mountains, a large dead tree with an OWL in one of its dry branches and green and yellow fields watered by a dark Lake, in front of it, there is a snake, women the points with his finger and a prayer recited a poem.
Painful truths,
Ruthless lies,
Loving hands and,
Deformed faces.
Here I am,
Feeling,
Living,
Dying,
Wanting,
Breaking,
Wounding,
Pretending,
But not!
Without a Word.
Passion among roses,
Distorted words,
Godly looks and,
Petrified souls.
-Where were you while my children's hours were trampled? Where were you when my adolescence was humiliated? Where were you when my trembling flesh was raped? Where were you... tell me where?
Lights,
Music,
Words
With forms
Poetry and,
30 seconds,
Of silence.
After thirty seconds of tense silence women is incorporated and the public makes a brief portrait of what has been his life.
-I was made to believe that she was crazy, that my soul had been dirty and defective from the factory, they injected me so much pain that death was my most cherished dream, between the portals of your indifference my heart was broken and shattered, but he found looked for not giving light to this dark side of my soul which, since the times of the cradle, remained in darkness , and as a powerful Ray in the snowstorm revived all offences into eternity renewing power.
-Where is your presence while millions of people are massacred as vermin? Where is your mercy whenever a child is sold for its exploitation or organ transplantation? Where he is, where he is God and his grace?
Woman falls collapsed at the same time beginning to project a session from slides with the horrors of the end of the 20th century and beginning of the 21st.
In the silence of the room are appearing about the scenery images of Palestinians killed in broad daylight the day through the streets of Gaza, the body shattered Rachel Corrie, crushed by a bulldozer of Israel while trying to protect a home from the Strip, Israel destroyed by crazed suicide, dead bodies of African drowned in the dark waters of the Mediterranean and trying to jump the fences of Ceuta and Melilla.
Images of horror that day that the eyes of North America were left blind, London underground, of trains in Madrid, from the massacres of Boston, Istanbul and Paris, images of a before and an after in the cities of Egypt, Baghdad and Damascus, and ends the exhibition dedicated to the horror with the emaciated faces of Syrian refugees while waiting in the desolation of confinement fields raised the limits of Europe.
The woman rises from the ground and addressing the public question would why?, leaves the stage with the first notes of the Symphony of the New World of Antonín Dvořák, the public applauds the interpretation as it diminishes the room lighting and goes slowly down the mini curtain.
Why?
Who and?
For what?
In place?
Where were they...
The hopes?
Why?
Who and?
For what?
Why fight?
Who silenced...
The truth and words?
Why?
Who and?
For what?
Why cry?
Would who went out...
Lights of morning?
Who?
What and?
Why?
¿For what singing?
Who changed...
The kisses by embers?
"We live in a world of contrasts, at the same time protecting minors to paroxysm ends, more than 10,000 children from Syria have disappeared after safely arriving in Europe. 10,000 children's lives as if there had not been ever knowing where they are or in that part of the planet may be, traffickers move today at the beginning of the 21st century in an atmosphere of laws and rights and act in complete impunity"
Syria Exit.
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God moves in mysterious ways they say Lucas. That unsatisfactory quixotic answer is usually what an idiotic close minded cleric would reply to the woman but what then, what else could he do to comfort her . He has no true answer. To him it's all about his FAITH!!!!!!
Hello Viking, I love your reply, but... is there really any cleric who does not have the mind poisoned or narrow? God always moves in mysterious ways, and as with the mind of the clerics, narrow, the answers to all the questions are written in the hearts of women and men.
In the next function, the protagonist also rebelling and asks many questions, this time to the spirit of the dead mother.
A greeting and thank you miss during a time in one of my holes of the time. (LOL)
Thanks lucas