The death is not distributed as if it were a good. Nobody goes in search of sorrows.
Illusion? That comes at a high cost. It cost me living more than I should have.
Nothing can last forever, there is no memory so intense that it does not fade.
Each sigh is like a sip of life that one lets go of.
No one will ever hurt you, son. I am here to protect you. That's why I was born before you, and my bones hardened before yours.
I didn't feel like doing anything. Just living.
It had been so many years since I lifted my face, that I forgot about the sky.
I kept intact in my memory the environment in which I lived. The atmosphere in which my childhood developed, the air, the light, the color of the sky, the taste of the earth, that I kept. What memory gives me back are those sensations.
We either save ourselves together or drown separately.