Alice é arrivata nel bagagliaio. Le pompe funebri non si sono preoccupate nemmeno di accompagnare a casa il suo corpicino di sette mesi.
Quando abbiamo aperto la piccola bara, gli altri bambini si erano giá raccolti tutt’attorno, con il ciuccio in bocca. La guardavano come se fosse una bambola. Non riesco ad immaginare a cosa pensassero: gli adulti piangendo e loro tranquilli, curious observer.
Maybe for them death and Uma news. For us it is a habit, another child who does not have it made to wait.
Açailândia is a rich city in the interior of Maranhão, land of enterprise and business development and investment. In this land of wonders, Alice is not able to wait his turn ...
Ever since I was born, the doctor had requested urgent um'operazione for his fragile heart.
For seven long months, parents have often knocked at the doors of the public health system. Alice is been waiting in the cabin at the end of rua Juazeiro, where the road ends ...
not have it done, and died a week before exams and that the transaction has been waiting for.
life and progress, in this city, they run on different tracks. The rate of profit increases day after day, this month also begins the duplication of the Carajás railroad tracks, which exports mineral wealth through our poverty daily.
Everything is very fast ... but this morning i got stopped on the side of the family, watching the life that runs away and resignation standing along the streets of this city.
How many more children must die so? What is the future of these children with the pacifier in her mouth that looked amazed death?
There is only one road in the bottom of which you will be surprised Alice: Our organization popular indignation, that all might have life in abundance!
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