Lately the shadow of death has crossed me on so many opportunities that I can hardly count them. Not that his intention is to chase (and much less catch me, not let him!), But has hovered on the sidewalks my head as striving to belong to the world increasingly branched from my imagination. I know their dissimilar faces on the covers of newspapers. I've seen in motion in every newscast in the country, and I felt like my pain and your tears and heartfelt condolences. I read with his words cold as marble in the anthologies of Borges and Benedetti, and also in 1 Romans of the Holy Bible. Not believe that I have not noticed the little austere and clear mechanisms that have developed very intrusive to speak once and for all of it. No, not about that, is exactly the opposite, if you know my old rebellious spirit with almost exact precision. Actually what I plan is to take the audacity to enter my last wishes regarding the form and the color of my death itself (or rather, my only wish on my last days, or at least my current wishes on my last few days only. .. or something).
Hopefully when I die is of old. That view of the silver color of my hair, and I am on a Thursday in hairdressing and manicure (good habits never leave). I heard singing the song of those who stir up the ice, one that makes me remember the good times. I will not be ready to leave without my purse; who knows if I meet contingencies path to paradise will not require my comb and my mascara or my handkerchief or one of my aspirinetas. That I have no immediate things to be resolved. It has fulfilled one of my many dreams. The meeting is at night so I would not remember the way back. Have the whole soul to continue to feel until the last day of my first life. Not require me to keep quiet, I know that my verbal incontinence could not stand it. Let me take with me my brightest treasure: my memories. That is serene.
Death is like an exile. It separates the person on earth where you live, it is removed from their homeland. It robs the person of your belongings, you are given new ones. He removed the person's name, it implements the policy. It prohibits a person who is dismissed. It's like a land bridge imperfect people into heaven as eternal as God. It is a black hole in the world entering a perfect, huge, better, which may be the Botanical Garden but no ants or the Library of the Ministry of Education but Mrs. indifferent to the entry or the Church of Our Lady of Peace on Easter Sunday or Patron, or maybe my grandmother's house as he saw it as a child. Death is all that holds zero.
Now and I am beyond myself and my fears, detached from my body, I realize clearly that life is the best I know. Explore your limits have not been closer to death but to reaffirm the desire to conquer my story. Talk openly about it is like looking into space with the accurate intuition that I do it out of curiosity than the intention of experiencing. Discovering that are full of surprises infinite second encourages me to leave the text and prepare to be serious. The preceding lines have performed this, then, as night: The latter, however, will dawn, ending the trial and start in life.
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