understand your question (that's why I let you speak after you ) 
understand your question, because they brought me here?
is that every morning the cry of other grandfather wakes you
And ... that question haunts you, "because I brought here?"
While doing the things your children and grandchildren I asked for.
understand your question, because they brought me here?
is that every morning the cry of other grandfather wakes you
And ... that question haunts you, "because I brought here?"
Although they say: "He does not realize" you know it's not like the bed with love
That gave birth to who'll take you there.
not explain because now you are so long in the mornings and afternoons
endless, if you said before: "time flies" That gave birth to who'll take you there.
not explain because now you are so long in the mornings and afternoons
While doing the things your children and grandchildren I asked for.
say: Because when I visit my children the evening leave me alone, "the employee tells us that visiting hours ended" Crying beg: "Please ... .. Stay and dine with me" ... .. But owners do not allow ... And I'm not the only, Evaristo, Peter, John, ... ... ....
are also crying, as yesterday,
few more before yesterday ... and back ... ... ... ....
Recalling the years that were, when we thought with my wife (your mother)
What food do you like more to be happy and fed And now we eat alone and sad leftover food noon. Every day we change our gray and tears, but it is too
Lately we want to change all our lives together. Each cane is
day of life for our children
And the last was for our grandchildren
They almost never come, because my kids say
We do not want to see here, not for boys.
AND THEN BROUGHT ME BECAUSE OF THEM ALSO
If I left a plant when transplanted to a land that does not like
wither and die ... ...
Because they do not see me ... ... I'm fading
I'm dying my hair can not be whiter
And I have wrinkles in my soul and heart, you do not see
And unless our tears of blood when they finish visits if
But we saw in you when you were growing.
When children defended like lions if someone was mistreating
And beware that you lift your hand!
And you know my son, last night was so painful
anguish I felt in my heart for being here, I could not sleep
me up to walk, looking for a reason to this desolate suffering
That's why the "Nochera" I force myself to take a pill
To put me to sleep, I cry
"snooze OLD TO BE A WAKE THE OTHER" YOU WANT OR COLD WATER Bane,
And I wanted to tie me to bed to bed, because
well I order the Owner of Geriatric
Sr, Hassan, and Dr. sugererencia: AK
When my roommates told him I did not say anything ...
. WHY! BECAUSE me not!
as I did When you were Chiquita MY SON.
But still I love you and love you, and if something happens, as you can tell me that
defend you and help you, remember that Mom is gone and I have only me.
And I have still capable forces to help and defend.
also ask you something: I do not find another Geriatric
I found out the following:
The Chiapello Betty (Betty's House) is still upstairs in the street on June 8, with dark stairs is scary, and as this "well-off with the Municipality, that the husband has such a field in Concordia Petraglia and dress as it is .... Moscatelli
The street of Alberdi, they all piled up, no yard and once some grandfather slept in a garage. Bonnin
In Sarmiento II, as there are many, and assemble the beds at night in the dining room and put them to sleep there. The ULMA
Artusi, male students are together with the Grandparents. No staff or nurses. None
treats a doctor, call him when the grandfather is dying, never daily visits from a doctor, are treated badly and most of these malnourished.
The other has Assan, is also a first floor and
Alli "put" grandparents "silver" and why not me
also told me that one of the Calle San MartÃn, Dora Franco, died last year 6 grandparents came from another Geriatric that hill. A family member promised that next week I will report more after I tell my son.
Son, do not walk away, or Retes me, I know not my clothes,
But yesterday when the employee was feeding me
I dropped some food on my shirt,
I said it all: OLD M ... .... more laundry
Tomorrow I put the shirt of one who died
Last week .... But lets say nothing would be worse ...
Chau son, tomorrow if you can I came, and I Tell me something
deciles of my grandchildren that I love,
bring me a picture of them for Lightbox
grew
want to see if perhaps between, is very small and I share.
beloved Son, when my day finally arrives, such as Do not take my criticisms,
It's just that you do with my grandchildren
what do you miss me
Teach you to be defending your blood that runs in
your veins, your heart and breast
The
mine So I think: The blame for this it
is mine and tomorrow I love you son ... if you can
Volve ... ... ... ... ..
Just ask the fate that today is the last are also crying, as yesterday,
few more before yesterday ... and back ... ... ... ....
Recalling the years that were, when we thought with my wife (your mother)
What food do you like more to be happy and fed And now we eat alone and sad leftover food noon. Every day we change our gray and tears, but it is too
Lately we want to change all our lives together. Each cane is
day of life for our children
And the last was for our grandchildren
They almost never come, because my kids say
We do not want to see here, not for boys.
AND THEN BROUGHT ME BECAUSE OF THEM ALSO
If I left a plant when transplanted to a land that does not like
wither and die ... ...
Because they do not see me ... ... I'm fading
I'm dying my hair can not be whiter
And I have wrinkles in my soul and heart, you do not see
And unless our tears of blood when they finish visits if
But we saw in you when you were growing.
When children defended like lions if someone was mistreating
And beware that you lift your hand!
And you know my son, last night was so painful
anguish I felt in my heart for being here, I could not sleep
me up to walk, looking for a reason to this desolate suffering
That's why the "Nochera" I force myself to take a pill
To put me to sleep, I cry
"snooze OLD TO BE A WAKE THE OTHER" YOU WANT OR COLD WATER Bane,
And I wanted to tie me to bed to bed, because
well I order the Owner of Geriatric
Sr, Hassan, and Dr. sugererencia: AK
When my roommates told him I did not say anything ...
. WHY! BECAUSE me not!
as I did When you were Chiquita MY SON.
But still I love you and love you, and if something happens, as you can tell me that
defend you and help you, remember that Mom is gone and I have only me.
And I have still capable forces to help and defend.
also ask you something: I do not find another Geriatric
I found out the following:
The Chiapello Betty (Betty's House) is still upstairs in the street on June 8, with dark stairs is scary, and as this "well-off with the Municipality, that the husband has such a field in Concordia Petraglia and dress as it is .... Moscatelli
The street of Alberdi, they all piled up, no yard and once some grandfather slept in a garage. Bonnin
In Sarmiento II, as there are many, and assemble the beds at night in the dining room and put them to sleep there. The ULMA
Artusi, male students are together with the Grandparents. No staff or nurses. None
treats a doctor, call him when the grandfather is dying, never daily visits from a doctor, are treated badly and most of these malnourished.
The other has Assan, is also a first floor and
Alli "put" grandparents "silver" and why not me
also told me that one of the Calle San MartÃn, Dora Franco, died last year 6 grandparents came from another Geriatric that hill. A family member promised that next week I will report more after I tell my son.
Son, do not walk away, or Retes me, I know not my clothes,
But yesterday when the employee was feeding me
I dropped some food on my shirt,
I said it all: OLD M ... .... more laundry
Tomorrow I put the shirt of one who died
Last week .... But lets say nothing would be worse ...
Chau son, tomorrow if you can I came, and I Tell me something
deciles of my grandchildren that I love,
bring me a picture of them for Lightbox
grew
want to see if perhaps between, is very small and I share.
beloved Son, when my day finally arrives, such as Do not take my criticisms, It's just that you do with my grandchildren
what do you miss me
Teach you to be defending your blood that runs in
your veins, your heart and breast
The
mine So I think: The blame for this it
is mine and tomorrow I love you son ... if you can
Volve ... ... ... ... ..
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