(H1N1, the influence of influenza)
THE END OF THE WORLD VIRUS
sneeze fear. Do not touch, do not kiss, do not shake hands, do not offer the other cheek, leaving the streets empty for the fear dwell, stay away from airports, ports prevents, burning their passports, wear a mask and do not breathe more air vacuum packaging in supermarkets. The second largest city in the world can also become a desert. Vacuum
classroom. Empty bus stop. Empty the Azteca stadium. Empty the library and the park also. Empty Plaza Constitution. Empty the stage without any song. Vacuum every inch of the subway and also empty the shelves of pharmacies in the neighborhood. Literature as
omen. All I saw was called Jules Verne fantasy novel, Saramago's fable what is now called news. Something halfway between Blindness and death Intermittently crosses my head and chest when I go through the six letters say, M é xic o.
And there is no border to stop the paranoia spread by reading the newspaper this morning and the radio voices this afternoon and television pictures tonight. Emergency is the official order. Dead is dead no one who cries in the middle of the state of general panic. Laboratories cemeteries changed and this is the place where the bodies are resting.
A cold and lonely travels through the tropics and as many places as the World Health Organization said the spread of the virus and can not be stopped and someone asks atheists who, by God, help praying to the Virgin of Guadalupe. You hear the tango of the deadly wound, which tested a stanza fatal, epidemic and pandemic are difficult to rhyme. In a pig farm there are those who have fear about going to the pigsty to feed the pig is more tender than he had known until yesterday. Today's reality is not the success of the global rating for a day has earned him the truth. Today
not seek to Chavela Vargas with a bolero fallacious because in my ears Michael Stipe continues to sing: It's The End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine).
THE END OF THE WORLD VIRUS
sneeze fear. Do not touch, do not kiss, do not shake hands, do not offer the other cheek, leaving the streets empty for the fear dwell, stay away from airports, ports prevents, burning their passports, wear a mask and do not breathe more air vacuum packaging in supermarkets. The second largest city in the world can also become a desert. Vacuum
classroom. Empty bus stop. Empty the Azteca stadium. Empty the library and the park also. Empty Plaza Constitution. Empty the stage without any song. Vacuum every inch of the subway and also empty the shelves of pharmacies in the neighborhood. Literature as
omen. All I saw was called Jules Verne fantasy novel, Saramago's fable what is now called news. Something halfway between Blindness and death Intermittently crosses my head and chest when I go through the six letters say, M é xic o.
And there is no border to stop the paranoia spread by reading the newspaper this morning and the radio voices this afternoon and television pictures tonight. Emergency is the official order. Dead is dead no one who cries in the middle of the state of general panic. Laboratories cemeteries changed and this is the place where the bodies are resting.
A cold and lonely travels through the tropics and as many places as the World Health Organization said the spread of the virus and can not be stopped and someone asks atheists who, by God, help praying to the Virgin of Guadalupe. You hear the tango of the deadly wound, which tested a stanza fatal, epidemic and pandemic are difficult to rhyme. In a pig farm there are those who have fear about going to the pigsty to feed the pig is more tender than he had known until yesterday. Today's reality is not the success of the global rating for a day has earned him the truth. Today
not seek to Chavela Vargas with a bolero fallacious because in my ears Michael Stipe continues to sing: It's The End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine).
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