My heart is broken

The earthquake broke my heart. It was just on the right side, where my pride for my city lives. The place I love, I lived, and I miss.

It is broken for being far away, for not being there to help. To move the dust, to cooperate in something.

My heart is broken because I want to hug my family and friends, organise something and be there.

My heart is broken for seeing the misery in the disaster and the pillage in the chaos.

My heart is broken because coming back won't be the same, some buildings won't be there, and the dust will be in the heart of everyone. The grief will be shared but not lived.

My heart is broken because of the injustice for the children in the school and the thousands of stories under the rubble.

My heart is, however, full of hope. The generosity is as immense as the size of the city.

The pride for the people helping, the donations, all the aid for the unknown, and the possibility to sing, above all to sing.

Canta México, canta y no llores.

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