(reality show)
the video. Tear. The words captives. The forest behind a blue plastic. Or green. Or a body of strings and braided network troubles. The pale-faced men from malaria and starvation drought recite the message to their families facing a camera in front of them pointing in the same way that the gun who will record the witness named as proof of life but that is just proof that ghosts exist because they are seen as breathing from the dead dark place called kidnapping. Uniforms. Greetings to the children who listened to radio grow. Orders to the wives, cousins, parents, sisters. Thanks to the neighbors. Sadness possible. Broken Embraces. One by one nine human beings parade with its shadow of absence to record that fear him more to forget that the forest itself. Police. Military. Some eleven years. Nine others. No one will return this time. And there will be much closer to repeat again and again tevé personal messages. Messages that make me change channels. And I see them so close that I do not share the curiosity of passing them on national TV. Clean rags to hang at home and not via satellite to catch with rating the voyeuristic pleasure of the pain. The video. Tear. The words captives. Broken voices. The forest behind a blue plastic. Or green. Or a body of strings and twisted web of fear ...
rapture now faces spoke again: General Herlindo Luis Mendieta, Captain Enrique Murillo Sánchez, Colonel William Donato, Arbey Sergeant Delgado, Colonel Edgar Yesid Duarte, Mayor Elkin Hernandez, Sergeant Luis Alberto Erazo, Mayor Alvaro Moreno, Cape José Martínez Libyan Army. I am glad that their families rejoice but today I see their pain live full color. Privacy rhymes with dignity, privacy also.
prefer it for today, nothing more.