papers daily and charged out of his backpack a blanket. She lies on the banks of the cold place and tries to sleep between carols and speakerphone. Another night it's up to spend Christmas alone. Another night like all others in that loneliness is more intense and years are noted in the body. Is December 25, and as always, get sleep, wake up where it was all this time on the street. Tends 
the ornate tablecloth on the table and out of grocery bags filled bottles of wine and food. Tired is made on the couch and closes the door to get to hear the television. Another Christmas night with the stupid sons of his brother. Another Christmas as all others, full of people. Is December 25, and as always, eat turkey and open expensive gifts, made to sleep and wake where it was last night, in bed Box Spring scaldazzono two-seater. Christmas, a time of cynicism and social blindness. Christmas is certainly where we completely forget about those who most need to be reminded where shopping has become the first priority and the main effect has already been lost completely. It is at this time where we should highlight the cynicism of the religious institution that proclaims this celebration, speeches ideals of equality and robes of thousands of dollars in practice, "struggles" against hunger and rings of the finest jewelry. Two worlds collide in words, two worlds that never will become one, because greed and power are imposed upon mankind, and again this year, children starved to death on Christmas Eve again this year the turkey was not well cooked. Welcome
Christmas.
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