I want to scream my pain and deny the existence of so much ugliness in and around me.
I always thought that Cain was the bad brother, humanity away from my feelings.
I easily deployed from the Abel, the good, the helpless.
And I've seen and I watch every day to his death and remained with folded arms.
Not today, today I smell blood, I see it on my hands and I can hear the silence of death
explode inside your head, heart and bowels.
now understand to be myself when Cain gave up the peaceful struggle for a just end, the only right one goal: the preservation of man, every man, of his right to be respected, heard and welcomed.
Yes, Cain and I am ashamed.
But I believe that Abel did not die in and around me.
I have to believe me that something can change.
helpless woman and I have to find the humility that even the ugliness can kill. Should I take the hand
Cain, overcoming fear that his hand stand up against me.
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