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Some notes on pain of a woman

Beyond political positions, killing a former president, elected by democratic vote unquestionably, an undoubted political leader with whom we agree or not, but definitely part of our history .

And there's a woman, a mother, wife and also our president (yes, like it or not, we voted or not), who lost his partner in life and politics.

is no time for play to see who wanted it more or less. We have to understand that you can disagree with someone and regret as his death, he was a human being because it was an important person in this country, because he was the leader of many people. Continue reading

days is not meanness. These are days of sadness. For a family, for many Argentines and nothing more and nothing less for the person who presides over us.
And those who know me know that most of the time, as a woman, I get angry with her. I like his way of defending the genre, I disagree. But there are times when it does not matter.
I saw a mother who had to call her daughter, thousands of miles away, announcing that the father had died, before you learned about the media.
saw a woman who had no choice but to go public with their grief, he wanted to be stoic and hardened and it was breaking with the passing of the hours.


A president who started Paradita, sign beside the coffin of former president, receiving official condolences. And with the passage of public displays of affection was loosening.

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And lay her hands on the shiny box, and pet him. And by little it was upsetting the wife, who stroked, that accommodated, taking from the hands of their children.
The woman who was eager to greet Moyano, and forced. The woman who was thrilled and ahead with the lump in the throat and winced.
And I saw the first break before a cry of "Viva Kirchner!", And find solace in the embrace of her daughter. And I saw

break for the second time in the embrace of Chavez, and again with the hymn, and the boys ...

And with every demonstration of respect for her husband and affection towards her. That little by little was breaking protocol, coming to greet, thank, to give hands ....

And saw upright, walking behind the drawer, holding his black umbrella and sustained itself on the other hand by the two hands of his daughter.

And I can not at this time think of grudges, or differences, or else the respect for human beings, the leader who was the woman's left.