We talk about the dead, so many deaths. But as you die, hit by bullets in the streets and squares of a war (civil or not)? What is a body falling on the pavement with a bang? As c falls orpo dead, in the pure and simple law of physics and end of life. In front of everyone, in front of other linked up to that moment the same fate.
The arbitrariness of the death strikes as the sniper who shot, with the accuracy of the bullet. And the soul that has the loop c olor blood coming out from the wound. What is an army checkpoint, or on a street in the middle of nowhere, or in a hail of bullets from behind a building or three herbs of the savanna, or the dunes of Africa.
Whether it was targeted or was taken by the bullets for the event. And you're beside him and heard the shot and only a moment after you see the fallen and see that it happened to him and you could be you. And only after the eye, the mind reconstructs the incident and the image it gets in the head and down around the body.
It does not go away anymore. Like the time the gun pointed at you is jammed and the burst has started only after you were not more in front of the barrel of a machine gun. And then you can tell how indelible a dream. "The death of a man is a tragedy, a million deaths is statistics" (Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili, Stalin said, "Steel").
And he was unfortunately right. 
The arbitrariness of the death strikes as the sniper who shot, with the accuracy of the bullet. And the soul that has the loop c olor blood coming out from the wound. What is an army checkpoint, or on a street in the middle of nowhere, or in a hail of bullets from behind a building or three herbs of the savanna, or the dunes of Africa.
Whether it was targeted or was taken by the bullets for the event. And you're beside him and heard the shot and only a moment after you see the fallen and see that it happened to him and you could be you. And only after the eye, the mind reconstructs the incident and the image it gets in the head and down around the body.
It does not go away anymore. Like the time the gun pointed at you is jammed and the burst has started only after you were not more in front of the barrel of a machine gun. And then you can tell how indelible a dream. "The death of a man is a tragedy, a million deaths is statistics" (Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili, Stalin said, "Steel").
And he was unfortunately right.
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