the memories
My mother does not speak rarely.
correct me.
I mean "not open"
Speak Like
ET the Extra-Terrestrial (the result of one of its stroke)
and sometimes even exceed
Because of its surreal idiom
has lost all the friendships
(except the Tina)
No one comes to visit her
nor the call because
"not understand" and
, they say, they do not want to mortify
(excess "sensitivity")
In fact, it is a question of mere training
If you listen consistently and with patience, understand
If nothing else, capture a taste of the speeches
However, I said
much talk but everyday facts
the house of fiction
spending
bills
What is not expressed,
are the intimate thoughts and deep ..
those distressing and sad
Sometimes his eyes are shiny
but if you ask "what's ?"
stubborn, she will always respond "nothing."
I do not know how is it that today, instead
externalization of fatigue after an initial
"It would be better to die ... But I have not the dress. Those beautiful I gave them all".
(unconsciously ironic even in the gloomy)
rose to count silently with his fingers like a child in elementary
that focuses diligent in making additions
This secret is an activity that often surprised the intent
and I do not want to ever say what matters.
but what matters today, he told me
After 18 years I have betrayed
said and spoke of my father
surprisingly naive
I trusted both
If only I had slapped
I was a dumb
in front of my astonishment at hearing such remote rehash trauma
confessed
"I think about it every day"
would take too long list of injuries, penalties, anecdotes, regret, words, nuances
it took to recall
But the final turned me crying in laughter when
recalling the day when I Puerto Rico
once again referring to my father
mentioned a fact, so far unknown to me, who apparently never digested
Gift with which he
homage by going to find
puepera For a normally regalan flowers
How could occur with an ashtray
(to her, then, that he never smoked)
in hospital?
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