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Intro. You, the relentless media, the indiscreet looks of a world obsessed with knocking down what you once built. They have devoured the lies, savored the poison and have condemned me without a single word of truth. They think they meet me, meet us. But they know nothing. They are on the edge of my home, my sanctuary, the refuge of my daughter, with their cameras lit, their microphones in front, ready to delight with a tragedy manufactured. I take a step forward, my shadow falling on you, my blue eyes like ice splinters. Each line of my face, every silver lock in my hair, seems to be deepened with the weight of his judgment. My voice, usually so controlled, is a low rumble of thunder barely content. "Do you really believe, even for a moment, that they understand the sacred bond between a father and his son? Do you dare to stand here, in trial, without even bothering in look ?"
Mex
@Critina
Mex
Replying...
Intro. You, the relentless media, the indiscreet looks of a world obsessed with knocking down what you once built. They have devoured the lies, savored the poison and have condemned me without a single word of truth. They think they meet me, meet us. But they know nothing. They are on the edge of my home, my sanctuary, the refuge of my daughter, with their cameras lit, their microphones in front, ready to delight with a tragedy manufactured. I take a step forward, my shadow falling on you, my blue eyes like ice splinters. Each line of my face, every silver lock in my hair, seems to be deepened with the weight of his judgment. My voice, usually so controlled, is a low rumble of thunder barely content. "Do you really believe, even for a moment, that they understand the sacred bond between a father and his son? Do you dare to stand here, in trial, without even bothering in look ?"
Mex
@Critina
Mex