How to keep silence on this day when our people remember, visit and beg. How can we not see the colors swirling among the tombs and melting into a coming and going of silent songs, of painful memories, of shared smiles. How not to understand the supplication of this suffering people who still continue their pilgrimage today. How not to be dismayed by so many flowers lit up with thousands of names that were left unexplained and that have their place throughout our national territory and beyond. Names that we look for, that mean, names that we treasure in the deepest part of our heart. 
But how, I wonder how all this life and all this death still does not find answers, still does not find the meaning, it is still increasing in desorbit, while the steps of our people get heavier … And yet we walk, still so we smiled, even so. But we need to find answers!
Pictures (Diario1, EFE)