Why they do not stop? While the overloaded ones for pain and the impact that castrate the dreams and the aspiration of that still they search some meaning of what it is to live, cry out in the solitude of a silence that does not echo, the ones that long for and feel pleasure in what it destroys, advance indifferent with the proper apathy of that the others only enxergam as a human garbage. No matter how hard history insists, of the one not to coexist an interminable faction that promotes valetas of collective burials only for delights extracted of it triturates of that they clamam for clemency. It has many arguments trying to convince, however it is in ahead go any explanation of the greed to possess what it does not belong to them. Only the fragilizados ones for the disillusion of concrete dreams, between rationals, lacrimam to live in a lair where of they do not feel pain there other people’s. That gene will be that it lacks to them so that the indifference is the base of its victories rudes, where the end item is a balance of corpses and dry livings creature? Why they do not stop? Perhaps the ones that suffers are fruits of the destination of the Fara, or Esa; the ones that cut, they are fruits of that had had the hard heart.