The Dramatical

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All, without exception, they had been looking at for the screen, petrified, therefore the image, registered for an anonymous citizen, through one of these devices of cellular telephone, was consternadora. One was about a man who, loading in the col the body of the wife, pranteava desesperadamente. The fact had occurred in the night of the sunday, in the one parking shopping. The couple is to the cinema and, in the exit, if it comes across with an intense shoot out between policemen and assailant. A projectile had reached the head of the woman. It was deceased, but the husband was not satisfied itself and wanted, by all means, to take it one ready aid. It cried and it cried out, begging so that somebody made some thing.

That they did not leave it to die; that it could not live without it; that it was waiting the desired son so; that it was the only love of the life of it; that they were married has only six months; that they had a thousand plans It cried out these things it hugged and it, spotting of color prpura its shady face and its white shirt, kissing the lvida forehead of the wife deceased. Finally, extenuado, sat down in a seedbed of azaleas, with the corpse in the col and was looking at for the high one, saying disconnected things, monologando with God, while a small multitude started if to agglomerate around the dramatical scene. *** By means of the sad a news article, had a collective silence in the bakery. When somebody opened the mouth, was only for pronouncing the phrase that was hammering in the head of the Nepomuceno until the moment where it took a person, to the times, needs to die to know that it is loved! had said. was the consternation provoked for the strong scene displayed in the telejornal I appeal and it emotional this almost whispered phrase, that had unchained in it that interior boiling.