no me gustaria el

There are lots of things I would rather turn a blind eye to... than thinking about them and bleeding my heart out.
the new bridge over mula-mutha river for example.
Here I am ,lying on the grass in the bund garden,looking at the trees. Its amazing how the evening light blurs itself out in their bosom.They look straight of a gothic novel.These tired birds returning to their denizens make enough noise to have the whole world hear,but still its pleasenter than any music you would pay for.

I look around and see people who have found peace within themselves just by connecting to nature,who smile in spite of themselves.
And then I look at the river and the upcoming bridge,the huge iron structure ,and my heart gives a lurch too painful to hide.
After this bridge comes up,where will the garden go?What will hapeen to these birds?How will the additional traffic be tackled ?Why dosen't the PMC have a heart?
And I hide my head in sand,afraid of the answers