Learn this, son: in the new nest, you have to leave an egg. When old age flaps its wings at you, you will learn to live, you will know that your children leave you, that they don't appreciate anything; that they even consume your memory.
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.