Il parait

They said the legend was dead. We saw fan everywhere, TVs chained the images and remained captive on the death of the one who was revered by so many people because he had many generations who listened.

But, however, every death has the peculiarity of having sadness, but I wanted to tell them to let him go quietly, without having to trample his entry into the elsewhere.

I also wanted to tell them that we are all going to die, and that it was the fate of everyone, and that we should not imagine that this man was eternal.

I also wanted to tell them that there are so many deaths nowadays, that there are so many horpheline people of love, or children or innocent people that we massacred for absolutely nothing except power and money, and finally, somewhere everyone does not care, since it seems that even the dead do not have the same equality.