Niagara Falls Abiotic Elements

called Mary

Maria Bernardina I met her in the hospital. He breathed with difficulty, exhaling slowly, one by one its 95 years.

A few days later I called to bless her body before burial. Arrival and meeting only three people around her ... too few, for long years of service and pain!

I take this opportunity to hear the story of this woman, married 12 years with an adult man chosen for her parents. Machine sex and children, suffered from her husband contract syphilis.

conceived and bore a child after the other, but because of the disease were born deformed, with severe problems, and died one by one in the early days.

So fifteen times, until you find a physician who has had a little 'better care of her and give birth to the last five survivors.

Bernardina Maria loved to recite the rosary: \u200b\u200bI think the grainy Ave Maria as the drops of life and pain of his twenty parts.

the same day, late at night, another phone call. Maria Luisa died, granddaughter Tagylla, it is important that a priest is to 'christen' (for the poorest faith really is the only hold, however simple, popular, perhaps naive ...)

Reach Home Maria Luisa is difficult in the dark in a narrow and steep road on the outskirts of the city. Some boards cover the holes in the floor of the courtyard, a sofa arranged as best out of the house, in the shadows, to accommodate requests that do not fit inside the house.

the hug at the door of many, but how sad when suddenly, moving away, let me look inside and in the middle of the room is silent on the small pink coffin ...

Nine months in the belly of the mother, the long time of waiting in which they grow dreams, plans and expectations. Then the trauma of hours of hospital: the pressures are not sufficient, little seems to want to quit, doctors do not want to do the caesarean.

Each operation takes time and effort, is the same story for years, many mothers prefer to give birth with the baby bump another hospital 70 km away: too often our maternity ward instead of being the cradle of life is a factory of death.

"So the poor do not raise their voices"-seem to think the doctors here, "and then make it up to another, the child ..."

name was Mary.

Maria, Maria

and um Sun, uma some magic

que nos alerta Uma Força

Uma mulher que merece live and love

Como Qualquer outra do planeta

Maria, Maria

is the sound, the color is the sweat

is the stronger dose and slow

From a people who laugh when you should cry And

not live just stand

But it takes strength

It takes race

It takes forever gana

Who brings the body to mark

Mary Maria

Mixing pain and joy

Mas é preciso ter manha

É preciso ter graça

É preciso ter sonhos sempre

Quem traz na pele essa marca

Possui a estranha mania

De ter fé na vida.

(Milton Nascimento)