I think it's a girl.
That man is not clear why the father is not watching, but keep it as it was the gift of an offertory.
When this man walking the body of his dead daughter for what remains of the streets of Port-au-Prince I was ruminating on the vagaries of my dreams. I am ashamed.
Dominic reminded me that there is a dream to which we give the whole meal in our youth, and that this dream is the only certainty that we really have in life, unshakeable anche quando la vita stessa si spezza. E non lo dimenticherò più.
