
did not know her too, but I suspected that nothing good could mean that red scarf hiding his bald head, his face was a clear image of the terrible bill that was paying for being alive and that his silence was no longer so shy as hopeless resignation.
I did not know much, but I was happy the day I saw that meager clump of hair on his head, later on I discovered that at some unknown place he found the strength to overcome cancer, when I held that their commendable efforts were rewarded for once.
did not know her too. I lost all chances to do so. This morning was hit by a tractor. Poured out his life on the cobbles. I am ashamed to be alive, if lucky, lucky to be breathing that she never enjoyed. Buy at whatever price a manual for designing offshore. I urgently need to build a heaven for her.
Juan Luis Blanco
22/2/2011
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