4:15 in the morning, a female shriek wakes me: No!
(I always look at my watch when I wake up during the
night. I believe it is a selfish act to know how much time I have left to
sleep.)
The screams
continue getting faster as if the woman were fighting for her life . Along with
the cry of "No" another woman shouts: Stop it!
The two screams seem like mantras and are endless.
I close my eyes and say a prayer.
The cries cease.
4:35 in the morning (again I look at my watch ), this
time the screams are stronger and desperate, I know what is to come.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven shots. Cries
and then immediate silence.
Not enough time to hear sirens, I turn to the other
side and fall asleep.
By living in this concrete jungle, is my heart turning
to stone too? That worries me.
( Written February 23, 2014) todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion.
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