12 JANUARY 2015
It was born to be ignored by most of the people, it was born to walk with no rhumb, after it is enogh old their mother leaves it, but sometimes that happens before time and the only thing it can do is
wandering most of the time alone, its only objective its to survive in the cold outside.
Avoiding the dogcatchers, in this city are cruel men who sacrify them and also some bad people with no sanity.
When it's seen by people, nobody cares or look twice, anyway it's jus a dog but its sad face casually achives to peneatrates deeply in somebody's heart.
With no ilusions it tends to aproach to the people for some food but most of the time receives kicks shoutings rocks and water.
The most maltreated dogs hide their fears behind their aggressiveness, beaten and injured by the people they don't have any other choice than become aggressive with the people.
Rain, cold, hot, wind and storms pass away and it's still stand, looks for a shelter in any place where the rain cannot reach, where the shades are.
But not everybody can find one and they are just doomed to suffer.
Food , a bed it does not have that, just what it can find in the garbage.
Those faces so innocent, so pure, so alone.
While we delight thinking in what we have, thinking in our problems, thinking in how to be more hollow, submerged in our sphere.
Is wanders in the streets, in the roads, it walks miles every day, it just walks and walks till they die, but who cares It is just a dog.
It was born to be ignored by most of the people, it was born to walk with no rhumb, after it is enogh old their mother leaves it, but sometimes that happens before time and the only thing it can do is
wandering most of the time alone, its only objective its to survive in the cold outside.
Avoiding the dogcatchers, in this city are cruel men who sacrify them and also some bad people with no sanity.
When it's seen by people, nobody cares or look twice, anyway it's jus a dog but its sad face casually achives to peneatrates deeply in somebody's heart.
With no ilusions it tends to aproach to the people for some food but most of the time receives kicks shoutings rocks and water.
The most maltreated dogs hide their fears behind their aggressiveness, beaten and injured by the people they don't have any other choice than become aggressive with the people.
Rain, cold, hot, wind and storms pass away and it's still stand, looks for a shelter in any place where the rain cannot reach, where the shades are.But not everybody can find one and they are just doomed to suffer.
Food , a bed it does not have that, just what it can find in the garbage.
Those faces so innocent, so pure, so alone.
While we delight thinking in what we have, thinking in our problems, thinking in how to be more hollow, submerged in our sphere.
Is wanders in the streets, in the roads, it walks miles every day, it just walks and walks till they die, but who cares It is just a dog.
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