This night I lost sleep. was not because of grilinho that it insists on grilar in my window all the nights. This night I nor perceived the cricket, I find that until it he was in I silence. I did not obtain to stop to think about the suffering of the mothers who had had its children died without reason some, I did not obtain to stop to think about the agony of the parents whom they waited the news of its children seriously wounded, and did not obtain to stop to think what it takes a person to take off the life of innocent children. I absolutely do not understand nothing of psychoanalysis, nor of these insanities that can take off any judgment of a person. I know that this already happened in other countries, but when it is in our callus, aches more, well more! I am not here for judging this man, knows if there if it was sick or not, he knows if there if it made this conscientiously or not, it is alone that he made me to this to think made, me to think very and to review many of my concepts. After this fact I really do not know more if I believe God.
I always believed that our destination was programmed, and that god chose optimum for us, exactly that at the moment we found that was not. But sincerely I do not see god reason to have chosen this destination for these children, sincerely I I do not find that to leave the life so early, the cost you are welcome, either one provide divine, exactly because I I do not want to believe this, my god was good and never he would make this. This takes still me to think what we are making with our society, what we are making with the world. As if it was not enough to kill, of washed face, the environment, now we are killing we ourselves, and now it is literally. I am asking still me as that man obtained two pistols so easy (as if he was difficult in these parents). This easiness of if obtaining armament, for contrabands, maracutaias, my god tie police it there this involved one in this! We are hostages of the fear, we are thinking about our children and children in the school, the street, house! It does not have safe place more, does not have more reason for a crime, this if became random and banal! My god (), I never feared in such a way, I never distrusted in such a way, never I had as much fear of living! How society is this my god! At last, I do not want here to condemn the shooter, do not want here to criticize some authority that would have to be responsible so that it was not armed, does not want to consider ideological changes, because I know that nothing of this it goes to advance. I am only tired and I want here alone to lament the occurrence, to lament that it goes to continue occurring, to lament that let us have fond of such point, and to pray so that does not happen with me and nor with my family.