Death is my friend I passed her, I accepted, I hated, I kicked out but now I feel it is my friend.
Nothing is as it is now if it were not for her to hold my hand.
I left a few times, some could not even say goodbye and then I wrote letters of farewell.
But other times I waved and then realize that there was no need.
I did things as if there were no tomorrow, and tomorrow there has been.
But is it really
tabula rasa.
I really have no outstanding bills would say melinda **
... I smile ...
E 'was difficult, it was as if there was more meat and skin, as if the soul is blood and the blood ran fast in his hands that he could not hold it back, like a cut in vertical veins. Yet
are standing and not even know if wobble.
I stopped asking.
I stopped designing.
I stopped to think about an unlikely future and enjoy this course.
Obviously I feel now everything is fleeting and uncertain but now I see this all the magnificence of not knowing.
* Bob
** Belinda
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