de Miguel Ramos
... .. The night he died, he recalls fresh in memory, yet I can not believe he said a woman suffering in a nursing room alone, while his mind recalled that evening ... .. - Come on move, so I told you to buy a wheelchair, but not always the case making it, so I'm well, because you never let me be !!!!!.
Carolina had ruled. Paul a 72 year old man just nodded his eyes before continuing his winding road pushing a walker, slowly, dragging each step, part by age, partly because of the great expressions of "love" he professed his "beloved children"
every day by reminding his life had changed through a difficult expiration. Years ago, looked forward to the day of the week where everyone gathered to eat as a family, to live, just to be, maybe that was the mistake, maybe not, we are only complaints, criticism of the archaic ideas of the difficulty of understanding disadvantages of different formations. Ceno silent, trying to take care of every detail to bother eating all without complaint and with great determination rose from the table and walked in the most dignified the long hallway that led him to his room. It leaned back and turned on the radio .... tststststs fonóóóóógraáaaafooooo ... .. the background music to their recueeerdoooss, the forces have gone with them the authority, wrinkled hands, the tired look, wistful thought:
What yesterdays food and speeches, success at work, constant effort to raise her children, large parties and meetings with jokes by word and eternal company. Suddenly, an order to the letter and the usual interrogation: - Turn off the lights and turn down the radio !!!!!, that you took your pills? You checked the pressure?, You brush your teeth?, Do not you see you bad breath?, you can not do anything great, I have to go taking care of yourself?. ¿¿¿¿¿ Caring ????? Rather it seemed he was getting revenge on yesterdays bland and empty the tools given by someone who lacked them could not help fill them, a chest of many homes where the roots are denied, they forget and constantly questioning, inside Carolina knew but could more bombastic pride of his youth than anything else. A famous doctor in the public domain where everything revolved around TV interviews, magazines and presentations, I knew then, that opinion on any subject he thought a piece of cake, and new knowledge and his touch with other ways of returning home and thoughtless hard against its essence, that helped him overcome his divorce. She had no children, and dare to make judgments of a father or mother, without them, are risky. Paul in comfort, remembered as the accompanying every morning at the bus stop still dark, the sacrifices they made for the purchase of books and materials, which were not a bargain by the way, but in the end, there was always a plate hot meal, a bed stretched, a clean and ironed clothes.
All tray, all to do better to shoot or stem, therefore, the reproach and the contemptuous attitude does not square same with John that as a professional player could see every once in a while they believed some of his career, except his relationship with the model, intellectual paragon of purity and wife, was like lighting a fuse in his hand difficult and where the back loses its name, the answer: - I live my life according to what I think, Dad do not get !!!!!.. But if I could think, judge and rule, the fateful contrast, hegemony of someone successful who sadly was in effect, Paul was distressed and cuestionose the same time: And when they are in effect both will happen?, what will happen when you think nothing is even a fifth valid when the forces that drive today to eat the world and no longer exist, and one morning say, - I have no desire to get up?. When they turn in a strange bed your partner can not ever sleep with you because you came forward to where no one else returns, or simply when the student has surpassed the teacher and not saved because he believes that respect is no more to learn. He lit his candle, his wife Paty heritage, prayed the rosary and quietly sang a song to accompany him to sleep to wake no more ... .. I was like you, a happy boy with all the fever of youth, I I like you, the world was mine, my tears were a river for ingratitude, I was like tuuuu, hopeful, lacking, lacking confiaaaanza as you, yes I was, yes, I was like you ... .. my question to finish the story ... .. can hum this song ?..... Carolina at 72 today in the asylum ..... hum single
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