The number of women killed by domestic violence so far this year is 3.
3 women and a girl of 13 who has appeared with his face shattered by the blows of a beast
Today is January 22.
them as so many others, only will be a story in the pages of events ...
As the title of that movie ...''No one will talk to us when we die ...''
And if they do will be to reproach after death, why not leave them when we were on time ....
But do we safe anywhere when you leave your abuser and murderer future?
What kind of laws protect us? ...
In this country you have to be someone very important to protect you .
A dead woman by her partner is not worth the same as a politician you have been beaten, he will have unlimited visa press, tv and radio ...
And she ....
She is second class citizen ...
She, many times we are''No''The
Who talk of them when they died? ...
We, the other women who followed and continue to fight ...
Torrecaballeros (Segovia). Jose Jaime, 52 killed several times in the head with his wife Ana Maria Sanchez, 49 years and their son, Carlos, a 16 years.
2 01/11/1913 Granada. XL, a 32 year old man beaten to death in the skull his partner, WL, 29. She was pregnant and had another 6 year old son together.
3 17/01/1911 Fuenlabrada (Madrid). Francis NJ, 47, abused and strangled his wife, Carmen JN, 54, and warned of the crime to the police the next day.
The 13 year old Maria Esther Jimenez Villegas was killed by multiple blows to the head with a blunt object Bedding (Málaga).
A poem
lyrics Nadia Anjoman
Andres Alfaro
I have no desire to open his mouth
What should I sing?
I who is hated by life,
No difference to sing or not sing.
Why should I talk of sweetness?
When I feel so bitter.
Oh, the feast of the oppressor I touched her mouth.
I have not a partner in this life
Who I can be sweet?
no difference to talk, laugh, die, be
. With my solitude exhausted with pain and sadness.
was born to nothing.
The mouth should be sealed.
Oh my heart, you know it is spring And time to celebrate
. What should I do with a wing caught?
Do not let me fly.
been silent for too long.
But I never forget the melody.
Because every time I whisper.
The songs of my heart
I remember the day you'll break the cage.
this solitude And sing like a melancholic.
I am not a weak poplar tree
That any wind will shake.
'm an Afghan woman,
So it only makes sense to moan.
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