Can not fly Winter has arrived ahead of time ... very cold cold ground ... wet, so many tears ... cracked by so much violence gray for mourning keeping by death so many friends ... I can not see the sky ... narrow interests ... between two countries they do not care arms sales money laundering lives how many more? They live to kill around the world ... put their own children to die in wars ... their houses are full of photographs dead ... children decorated! dead ... for them is an honor have many children dead in so many useless wars! Never marry will see never have children will see When the parents die ... at last ... no child will be there! to say goodbye ... few generations of their children! dead! that has served them? be the country of death? Shame that war goes through my country for such drug so many weapons therefore money shame on you! having to live that way! and now in this dirty war! we are putting the dead ... shame on you! that degradation of the human being ... No more butterflies! flying with joy ... anymore ... Dear Rita thanks for your sincere friendship. I am very angry and sick. my hands hurt ... and I cry too. Fibromyalgia is growing. result of much agony to see many humans sold to the death ... Pardon for not writing. I can not, my yolks from my fingers. burn and hurt. always your friend. Cecilia. .✿◦.¸¸✿.✿◦.¸¸✿.✿◦.¸¸✿.✿◦.¸¸✿.✿◦.¸¸✿.✿◦.¸¸✿.✿◦.¸¸✿.✿◦.¸¸✿