The Word loses its meaning in the moment in which the words uncouple your own pace. The light of his eyes that hardly reflect any illusion, is opaque, incapable of obfuscating the iris installed under the scorching summer sun. The doubt lost his sense, now that so even exists a reason any for the uncertainty in a reasoning steeped in blood coagulated. I know that his mind began long ago to wander between their fears and remote concerns, now that loophole is not you nor corner where hiding. Distant and secluded, at all times his aura figure away from the world, in a peculiar universe, but my insistence makes me stay at his side, I keep talking to her, I hope the dialogue, I stop in the middle of the ride, taking a little rest and with fragile movements I place your Chair located in two large front wheels to me, speak you again while I observe their Brown burned and worn eyes, but without a response. I know that it listens to me, I know of his exhaustion, but I repeat again and again and forced his mind to that return to life, to the reality of hatred and lying, but in which I want to last if it is to say goodbye to be with the best of feelings, love and the love of those who cared for him. MAFF.
" I was what you are, you will be what I am "
"Half-hidden under the accumulation of nearly wilted flowers, is sensed the Chair for the rest of that for so long needed his lap, surrounded by part of their fixations and dreams. "