Luz Elena, the Writer of Prisoners of tradition says: MY HEART CRIED AND STILL CRYING I continue observing life under the sun and rain and trying to help those who need me. This morning I went to the downtown of my city, Medellin, and in the bus carrying me I saw a woman with a beautiful body and dark glasses. I thought she was protected from the sun. When woman guided by another woman stood for get off of the vehicle, OH GOD, her face burned by acid and glasses hid his blindness. I cried silently asking God for peace in my city and around the world. Violence against women is in all countries of the world. Thousands of questions came to my mind restless. Who did it? Her parents, her boyfriend, her friends, maybe other women envious of her beauty, or a thief who wanted to steal their belongings. I always wonder me when will be the day the humans become aware that we are brothers in Christ and we must help each other. So I always repeat the verse of hymn of joy whose music was composed by Beethoven and interprets wonderfully by Venezuelan José Luis Rodríguez. ... Come, sing, singing dreams, lives dreaming of the new day the men will be brothers .... My heart is crying because no one had told me about the sad difficulties of the widows in India and other countries. To write the novel I studied a long time that country but I was dedicated to dowry tradition, prostitution and others as castes. I will write about the sad situation of these people. Many times widows are sold to prostitution or burned or obliged to do difficult works. WHY SO MUCH DISCRIMINATION? I DO NOT UNDERSTAND AND I NEVER WILL UNDERSTAND. IN MY NOVEL, ALOK THE BEST SINGER IN THE WORLD SINGS SADLY THE FOLLOWING SONG dedicated to girls sold into prostitution. BRIDE OF NO ONE (CHRISTIAN MEIER) She reawakens almost when the sun goes down And she knows that she feels smells of other people. She goes with the cloths she wears A couple of rags and no more. She knows it is enough, It will not be permanent. In a taxi she goes Where maybe someone is waiting, Someone today will not only dream... Do not know, do not know That goes beyond girlfriend of no one. And her light will turn on Velvet skin, Caress her legs she knows that she is a queen, Not to collect It will make more in the hotel Before dawn, she will leave through that door. Glasses come and go Kisses taste like salt, Eyes do not see her never more, That the night ends, If she wakes up, better, Dreaming is not good if the pain does not end. Do not know, do not know That goes beyond girlfriend of no one.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 01:49:49 +0000
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