can i forgive him

, i am esmeralda agron, senora. i know i've no right to speak. my son is not the savage boy you see, the cape, the sneer, the slicked-back hair, it hides the child i nursed and bathed, senora. please don't turn your eyes from me, your son, gone to god, and mine to blame, my fated son, he too is gone, the state will see to that, i am sure, senora, the state will see to that, i am sure. you spanish people, you come to this country, nothing here changes your lives, ungrateful immigrants asking for pity, when all of your answers are knives, this city makes a cartoon of a crime, capes and umbrellas the glorification of slime, i have to face this horror, senora. my religion, asks me to pray for the murderer's soul, but i think you'd have to be, jesus on the cross, to open your heart after such a loss, can i forgive him?, can i forgive him?, no, i cannot, can i forgive him, no, i cannot, friends become strangers, compassion is hard to express in words, the trembling flowers they bring, fear in the roots and the stem, what happened to me they know could, happen to them. can i forgive him, no, i cannot, can i forgive him, no, only god can say 'forgive', his son too received a knife, but we go on, we have to live, with this cross we call our life, feels like a bomb fell, and wave after wave come the aftershocks, you can't believe that it's true, there must be some mistake, you drift through this nightmare from which you, can't wake, can i forgive him?, can i forgive him, no, i cannot, can t forgive him?, can i forgive him, no, i cannot, can i forgive him?, can 1 forgive him, no, i cannot, can i forgive him, no, i cannot.